CASTLE WIFE CHILD . BUNDLE KNOTTED

                                                                                                                                            

                                                                          
            Never died before, no time for Art ‘n’ bachelor
            what would it take
 to lift the eye Approved! from iPhone
            camp^post ? thumbs up down mining.

                      \ There used to be consensus about the rose
            garden; how to uninstall his Lordship sprinklers;
            shield tulip bulbs from stem^snip take, gang^
            nyam vines off ripping.

                                                    +

            About saving buttons birthday cards her grandchild
            says nothing, puzzled; thinks he’s indestructible
            like the laser sword warrior in his playbox.             

                       \ Outlines of virtue under watching lids
            like on plantation . tail
 alert for jumper hens twitch;
            like the bois^man faith bargain > maid polishing
            on trunk call
; floor wage for sin.

                                                   +

            Real holder of estate could be the yard sweep
            angling mute @verandah talk | rum glass
            need no ice; gap goat won’t stop rest trade again,
            router in the bush.

                        \ Stitch chart^blue sheets could wind
            sail over seas home stretching | spark blood
            knocks Yuh vessel charge yet? jook till the limbo
            give^card expire. Arrgh!

                                                             - W.W.

 

               

         

 

            YUH RAP SO (4.6)

            So where had that heart been hiding exactly
            When he’d first tackled Freda cynically?
            As if she were only a placid pony,
            Though he could scent she was a wild cyat really,
            But one who would embrace him as her ally
            Come to liberate her from the enemy
            Of her soul’s jaguar paused taut in her tribe’s tree
            Whose limbs allowed every opportunity
            For the jaguar’s next leap and blocked its freedom
            With one whisper Go only where you come from:
            The price of breaking through tribe-ramparts was pain:

            But pain was love’s incestuous intimate
          - Which brother Judd + sister Freda both sensed
            As their intervining of each other’s spines
            Of fire, at once innocent + guilty, both
            Lifted them up beyond the limits of breath
            & flung them out deep into the sharpest night

              (from “Raponani” by Brian Chan, 2023)

                    

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Author: FarJourney Caribbean

Born in Guyana : Wyck Williams writes poetry and fiction. He lives in New York City. The poet Brian Chan lives in Alberta, Canada.

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