The Admiral
GEOFFREY PHILP Freed by an obeah woman, who wanted”a likkle company every Friday eveling,”the Admiral, when everyone else was asleep,would crawl down his pedestal to answerthe summons to her bed where he’d...
Category: Poetry 7
THE BALLAD OF BLACK MATTHEW/REAL WARRIORS DUB
KEVAN “SCRUFFMOUTH” CAMERON THE BALLAD OF BLACK MATTHEW Bonjour, Bienvenue, Akwaaba;mi din dey name is Mathieu de Costa“First to arrive” like di griotte Itah say“First to arrive” from way back inna di day.Coast to coast mi reach...
Bearing and other poems
BRITNEY GABBIDON Bearing Caladiums fan outbetween the small hills of boneof my hips like waves,stretching skin thinnerso sunlight can pass through, fatten their pink veinsuntil they swellinto stretch marks,make a mother of me....
Behind the Bailey Town House
GEORGIO RUSSELL Gulls hover in a squawk song over my stretchyard-a sea. They holler hoarse as a cravingheart, plunge now and then for whatamong the stingrays may liberate thembriefly of beating wings. Young Gullah-tonguebui,...
Distance
NIKKI WILLIAMS bus wheels, life cycles — spin like history,full three sixty. bloodstreams, landlines — ropes crossed on pay cycles,knotty trails bearing skewed titles. burnt bridges, cloud kingdoms;sparks, embers,...
