“From things unseen
to things forever watched
From hidden stone
to naked delicate heart”
– Martin Carter . Returning, 1953
Heart questions go search bowl in hand
stretched out of print ‘n’ hunger | habits like veil
naturalize the panic women front parts feed.
Offline heaven ‘n’ hell room knobs connecting ~
at the bar toes tip the floor ~ pure mind tight
panting swizzle sticks ~ bottom raise or punish.
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Start up their Country line dance . guess who
single step’in ! cyan take that likkipan surge
en masse | fireflies from shift > make wish
on file? Gwan suh! yu ‘n’ yuh VSN.
Domain in mud . for crab catch shirtless
down limb spread ! See how, pride in limbo
bamboo shoot grip any slide^lock message.
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My shark nose wakes up to ripples . wine or
blood or vinegar trail scent; end grain sleep^
like in snow globe shaken.
Yes, four five
early morning ! Wait, your ocean cross too?
‘Like! no don’t come^wedge by me’ cavity
curtain call ? pleats to horn | more power
to quivering tonals heard > their red
of blood rush much like ours.
– W.W.
YUH RAP SO (5.4)
Webs create spiders as much as spiders webs:
Judd spinning, obeying his survivalist
Nature, became his own despised colonist
Finding himself lost at the core of his own
Avid projection of his blind assumptions
Of what needed to be trapped (while he stayed not):
He became stunned to feel his web spun about
Wings he, spider, had sprouted while defying
Dust-unto-dust gravity: he was waking,
From a dream of Freda’s otherness, to his
Web as map of his own face, of pain as price:
How cheap Judd’s conquistador spider now felt
For having trapped his dorado in that web:
Or had he reached through her crack for gold hidden
Only to feel his greed stung by scorpions?
(from “Raponani”, by Brian Chan, 2023)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 