For Tim After you leave I mouth the candy words I know would make you stay. It seems you’re always going somewhere without me. I can only talk to you when you’re fast asleep I know what you,ll look like when you’re old I wish I could be an adult just long enough to know […]
Category: Poetry
Onan’s Sin (For Edward Kamau Brathwaite’s NEGUS)
I am tired of keening in oblivion Empty words of an extinct species Saying nothing Meaning nothing Being nothing. Where is the word that trumpets freedom screams truth beats down the gates of pretense and takes eternity by the throat? Where is the word of blood and body? Where is the living word? A […]
Song of the Warrior
Carnal is this thirst of mine for the knowledge you conceal deep within your forest. I hear your call and come and I am all things discoverer, cartographer, lover. Weary with want belittled by your beauty I am an amerindian praising the gods that made the deep blue caribbean come rockpools into whick i will […]
Issue 4
Song of the Warrior – Candyce Kellshall Onan’s Sin – Lisa Allen-Agostini For Tim and other poems – Holly Lelana Day Meditations on a New York postcard and other poems – Kiini Ibura Salaam Easy and other poems – Aisha Jones
A Thought/Maybe
I’m thinking of all the stories that might begin with perhaps and end in possibilities, and my guitar stands in the corner phallic; black and strong. However, I’m not sure if I possess it, or if it possesses me. Of course, looking back at my initial train of thought, I don’t know how my guitar […]
Trouble Start
You ever realise that wherever you go it always have a confusion maker – a Mr. or Mrs. ‘Mauvais Langue’ You tell dem something for dey own good and dey run back an’ tell – ASS! You see how ting does start. Dem kind dar does twis’ roun’ everything an’ see an’ hear conveniently Yes […]
For my man (on J’Ouvert Morning)
Our slow sacred night dance remembers deep fire rhythm that once embraced morning’s translucent liquid blaze Akemi Kochiyama-Ladson
AHHH and other poems
AHHH! Silent Madness the corners of your mind, closing in, pounding, screaming, paining and frustrating, you seem perfectly normal in the day, but when the sun hides and you are alone, the quiet sneaks in like a prowler all you can do is just let go and watch and let the walls close in on […]
She Buried Him
Even in death She gave to you More than you ever gave To her in life Your funeral was grand Too bad you missed it Terrible joke, Black comedy Sounds like a name You might have called yourseld Trying to build bicycles that flew Trying to demolish a woman That stood more erect More erect […]
Untitled series
Untitled I A touch to come to the horizon of senses prolonging indefinite sums of blues and greens swept back wind music chimes colouring the air the sound of sleep watching hours cut through nights carving them into morning Untitled II I go to embrace the window And embrace the night With the only tenderness […]