Category: Poetry 3

Here Where Blossoms the Night

by ap | May 4, 2019 | Issue Three: #TheCaribbeanisnotaRealPlace, Kei Miller, Poetry 3 | 0 |

Kei Miller Here where blossom the orchids, two hundred & twenty in variety. Some have adapted to bone dry places, to being...

CONSTITUTION OF THE REPUBLIC OF OUTSIDE MEN

by ap | May 4, 2019 | Amilcar Sanatan, Issue Three: #TheCaribbeanisnotaRealPlace, Poetry 3 | 1 |

5. On social media platforms the Outside Man is prohibited from leaving comments; when convinced to do so, he will leave a punctuation mark.

Two Poems

by ap | Apr 30, 2019 | Issue Three: #TheCaribbeanisnotaRealPlace, Poetry 3, Summer Edward | 0 |

Summer Edward Gossip, from Albion Street ‘Gossip’ from the Old English godsibb, from God and sibb, meaning ‘relative.’ A godsibb was a godmother, godfather or sponsor; literally someone ‘related to one in God.’...

Three Strikes

by ap | Apr 23, 2019 | Issue Three: #TheCaribbeanisnotaRealPlace, Maelynn Seymour-Major, Poetry 3 | 3 |

Maelynn Seymour-Major I am sitting having coffee across from a man who says You’re lucky to be from...

Berkshire Road, Coordinates Unknown

by ap | Apr 22, 2019 | Issue Three: #TheCaribbeanisnotaRealPlace, Poetry 3, Yashika Graham | 0 |

Yashika Graham They do not call the place Puss Hole like the people do, but a government name, a through-road clogged with shops and gravel passes leading to zinc roof illusions amid the trees.They do not call it an avenue, not...

Land We Love

by ap | Apr 20, 2019 | Delroy McGregor, Issue Three: #TheCaribbeanisnotaRealPlace, Poetry 3 | 0 |

Delroy McGregor Patties, gunshots, bad man, watnats, mad man, pickney, cass eye, big batty. No ada place likedis bun up, run dun, dead don, bad gyal, fuckry. Kiss teet, backshot,...

Straw

by ap | Apr 20, 2019 | Issue Three: #TheCaribbeanisnotaRealPlace, Nancy Anne Miller, Poetry 3 | 0 |

Nancy Anne Miller The pink striped twirl, a merry go round post, we have ridden in circles for ages, like the up down movement of waves, as we floated above a semitropical glassy sea floor. Impervious to the sun’s gold ring we...

Poems

by ap | Apr 16, 2019 | Cornel Bogle, Issue Three: #TheCaribbeanisnotaRealPlace, Poetry 3 | 0 |

Cornel Bogle June 8, 1979 I use to work a place where I cut news clippingstill one day I left my scissors and reach for a bladenext ting I know is blood all over,so I start write letters to the editor instead. June 20,...

It is Not the Sea that Binds Us

by ap | Apr 16, 2019 | Highlights, Issue Three: #TheCaribbeanisnotaRealPlace, Poetry 3, Tanicia Pratt | 1 |

Tanicia Pratt it is the earththe lime or reddishsoil we plow for nourishment.it is the banana & sugar canea sweetness that seasonsour tongues.it is the mannersthe tank you’s or excuse me’sit is the mornin’ ...