&“COOLIES” TO BE CONTINUED.
“We are in the West now. Screeching violins,
clichés. Mom galore.”
I am not sure what they are saying.
“You are so unloved you forget your name.”
What are they saying?
“the shadow mist was seeping from under the bed”
“putting his Mazda on!”
“—and again I saw it: that grimace”
Mo-Ham thru Dads
Oriyu in tangles,
canes talk, granpa, oral, vocal, or shouted flute & bone,
“BEARER DOES NOT WRITE”
the river’s water goddess
“Did you find your waiting country?”
to be continued.
“THERE ARE WHITE MEN IN THE BUSH”
“Come closer, nuh?”
“I’ve got frogs”
wheatgerm Mountain Chicken
Yesterday, “I see what you mean. I see it now.”
Sister Brian’s “discipline”
Insulin uncles: “We can’t save them!”
Tug-of-Pliny’s dicks in boats,
Monkeys: Jackie1, Jackie2.
“Magick”: Please, don’t thyme Tom Harry.
“Where does your dream come from?”
In the next Discoverie,
faith [namaz, wizard beards] reveries
naughts [Marmaduke Pickthall]
“There are White men in the bush”
a laughing nuthatch
Mud Lake: “Dear Azeeza,
Kitchissippi soursop rossicum
Faizal Deen was born in Georgetown, Guyana, and immigrated to Canada in the late 1970s. He studied English literature and language at Queen’s University in Kingston, Ontario, and currently lives in Ottawa, where he is working on a new poetry collection, “The Waiting Country.”
1 PART THE STORY
2 MODERN POLITICS
Rahaman, d. 1987