November 23, 2009
Call for poetry submissions:
What for: An online portal for the reading and discovery of the work of West Indian/West Indian heritage writers of poems at:
What we are looking for: Unpublished works that explore images of so-called Caribbean-ness and do something with them — invert them, twist them, crack them open. Baptise them or make them anew. Works that tread unfamiliar territory — or familiar ones. Works that spill out from that dark place in your mind and relieve the pressure of compression inside of your heart.
Avant-garde, experimental and radical verse are all welcome. Dabblers of journal verse are welcome. Bring yourself — with words.
Of particular interest are poems pertaining to themes of identity, gender, gender roles and sexuality.
Please indicate upon submission, if you would prefer to use a nom de plume. Please include a brief biographical sketch or simply, nationality information. Authors retain all original rights to their work.
For further inquiry, to hear more about this venture or to submit work, please e-mail creativecommess[at] gmail [dot] com
February 11, 2008
a speckle of glitter hanging around a temple arbitrarily
is swept away by a finger’s idle caress.
the resurgence of a familiar bass-line
is a call to reminisce
over visions of sun-soaked bodies
moving rhythmically to the beat.
this poem is filled with cliches
just like the bead-trimmed bikinis we donned
were we ever one?
or was this all an illusion?
of a once coveted costume
lay withering in a corner
[under the bemused gaze of a daddy-long-legs]
yearning for its former hey-day.
not waving anymore
but arms akimbo
holding steadfast to the promise
of the self contained within
and the promise of what’s yet to come.
forget this nostalgia
i am my own damn carnival
watch me play myself.