FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN

02/02/2026

“Had seen it before but now saw it again
as if he had not seen it before…as though
a new religious feeling arose from it.”
– Wilson Harris, Companions of the Day
and Night (1975)

Think you could just weevil out the Account
you asked^they built ? screen world unlocked
Play dare | so recoup what matters from device
point blame.

Fair warning : there is no ship path home
after the forest trail stops | tree trunks
them snap them bench-plane-keep . right
click to stacking .
……………..

Ah, room lights off chancers jump . sneak
currency through veil . god surge (the ankle
robes forbid) until breath^takes rip
inlets Great!

Upright knot storm over . the air so fresh, Go
set the table outside . You got this, bitch!
sweep the debris swollen under sleep^
bridled eyes.
…………….

Rooster egret corbeau snake – which brand you
think would spiral first ? about this world
sensing . can’t muck^stamp take no more.

The business we here run . lines to transcendence
may require filling a million or so bone ‘n’
back orders; grip sides basting in the sun.

• W.W.

YUH RAP SO (6.5)

In medias res the World created God
that had to happen because Creation did,
He there thought, – blasphemy no less logical
than the fashionably commonsensical
Belief that in light of the world’s darkness no
Maker could lie behind what we know + do
nor within Earth’s jungle of sheer happenings
not least the lightning that allows witnessing
but why try boyo to explain visionlight
we only see what we already bear – it
is in the baggage we bring when we are born
or else we’re only bats in the brightest noon:

(from Raponani, by Brian Chan 2023)

01/23/2026

“O wound wound wound that will
not bleed at all.”
– Martin Carter, I Walk and Walk (1952)

Long before we knew how bongos worked
people carried on ! Cassareep people, body
plate slick ‘n’ heavy | our Father superior
locked up his collection ware . Who cooks ‘n’
eats the heel of cows?

Choices still elude the poor ‘n’ handy
who measure how waves break; how collard
green vitals shrivel steaming mangrove^
like strain hold.
…………….

At the NY Supermart . idle too long near
the Guinea yams you feel these stranger eyes
tagging > Just landed ? papa Mizani, what news.

At the KY game home^coming marchers
knee lift jubilee^time drills . our great
grandfather trombone out bound sourcing.
…………………

@Water fall or elevate the multi-channel
dead (not fully) counsel < Watch yuh back^
back ! catch^all Kompa slow up streaming.
+
Flag days > mind on hue blue harvest, Toyota^
mounted school yard snatch < survivor
limping cross the plank for tarpaulin cover.

• W.W.
  

YUH RAP SO (6.4)

Though scribblers all – Khan, Ladd, Moksha, Francis – none
was political, but no man or woman
(Even somebody who’d never been allowed
To forget he/she was born to be an odd
Non-member of/outsider to a certain
Tribe, one that would pretend it wasn’t hurting
Since its scars were concealed behind the curtain
Of a determined forgetting far worse than
Any commonsense recall of how to be-
come – as though breath were a set of recipes
For coping) was ever not political.

(from Raponani by Brian Chan, 2023)

1/13/2026

But maybe all he needs is a good night’s sleep
after which everything will be dawn-rosy^
if only i could convince myself that’s true –
i have enough money – oh no i forget –
though it’s still a popular trope you can’t
take it with you – its promise and investments
and dividends have clung to and followed me
here where nothing can be bought hoarded or sold
except the mind buying into and hanging
onto and selling itself more of the same
assumptions of finality and safety
that are sewn into money’s risky fictions^
you don’t know the half of it! the scribbler says.

(from Limboa, a sentimental anthem
by Brian Chan . 2023)

01/03/2026

Hard to tell whose dwelling God has entered –
that man with woman trying there, her pooja
marigold charge full pending.

His stomach smile face beefy . praise the carrot^
stick at bedtime taken orally | shaking the mouse
only wakes up the system.
………………..

Fingers for the chain necklace clasp later
reach for the speculum to scrub salve test
bruised walls | the knife to end that kitchen^
bitch ! her ark^angel humping.

His lizard tongue flicks Not goin’ happen again?
her furrowed flesh done! twistin’ on that grille.
……………

Field routers know what’s best for others heat
air bubbles blow | bless the power^feeding
missile, gut blood brick prayer mixing.

Virtue now like placenta buried to ward off Admin
swoop peckery.
…………….

Our land planners need few readers; books
pass chapters back to trees | up ‘n’ over cane
canal launch towers start . Is what going on?

Lovers Yes Lord! plough hard, harder . neighbors
don’t suspect a thing.

• W.W.

YUH RAP SO (6.3)

Freda hadn’t yet told Judd of her ripe trysts
(She was proud that she could speak such old-book words)
With a girl-cousin who was also forward
(If only as far down as their treasure-troves).
But, rising with Judd to peaks of their one wave,
She realized how its extending power
Proved all her cousin’s stoking of their wire-fire
Was just a fiddling giggly gasping nothing
Beside the wave’s demanding and allowing
Conductor of the artless craft of knowing
Herself through this comrade, her man, her fellow.

(from Raponani by Brian Chan, 2023)

12/23/2025

To brace, enduring like our great grandparents
is no saved feat; their arms reaching out (for sunrise
no paint brush) folded the recreation of yard life^
stock + cicada all nighters.

Breast or leg preference came later;
how long, they wondered + the labour
how much it took to raise those UK castle
stones . lay pay OK?

……………………….

The seawall blocked us from the shower
stall . its head serve firmer than hands ‘n’
bucket, birds ‘n’ bush. Another reason
streamers fancied Independence so.

Until you learn to find ‘n’ bless the heart
flesh pounder respect its mystery | chest
bare you not supposed to wheel ‘n’ seek. Ah,
now you see . so we lick tempers stay.

…………………

New habitats keep rising, sans roof galvanize;
calls close on high ways for dark horses. Fastest  
growing egg plants this side of earth warming
scrap shells heap.

Still the game for pump ‘n’ rigs the ocean
belly blues confirm . only sky divers know
where our dorados lay deep waiting. Ah,
now you see . on coast watch we there ovulating.

• W.W.
  

YUH RAP SO (6.2)

In The Bush that didn’t give a shite how slight
Or high its tenants + tourists rated its
Seasonless simplicity rapt + apart
From people’s perverse pride in the harsh hairshirts
Of straining ambition + competition
& measuring towards any fruition
In the hothouse + circus of artifice
Whose noise was nada beside the silent voice
Of the stolid trees ignorant of all names:

– how bloody creepily mere clearings become
paths, thought Thomasson about to break his pause
& keep walking forward over gold-shadows

   (from Raponani by Brian Chan, 2023)

The more i feel my body – such as it is –
No – was – now just a memory of its form-
rising though it knows it should be lying still
never again to wake to mask as a clown
of seriousness with its smile of despair^
don’t i know how the ego in its coffin
of suffocation self-afflicted – all death
a variety of suicide – suffers
for its soul having abandoned its body
to its dark complacent self-indulgent rot^
what an ass that bland brayer on a sea-wall
letting the waves fool him he’s roaming the world

 (from “Limboa” . a sentimental anthem
       by Brian Chan,  2023)

11/22/2025

“Who will unlock must first himself be locked.
Who will be locked must first himself unlock.”
– Martin Carter, Words (1957)

Told to cross only where the globe is thick
islanders tiptoe, testing . crack ‘n’ sink | hot
night ‘n’ day . is hard to follow ice chip^
melting signs.

If memory serves influencers surface back
up every 100+ years, gathering : Confucius
Garvey Bonaparte | 2nd comings profile
We^them pronouns ? seriously cap lock^
licks of belief.
……………………….

Hoping to live in peace ‘n’ praxis with the world
island wombs choose vaginal home birth,  
gifting the foetus family^first toes; high
chair^fed for life.

Where how when to crash land flow 
calls for ocean tracts only souls risk^
ready or not on foreshore swells rehearse.
…………………….

At the Ogun Whagwan? bypass Ta Ta
Bipti feels the pan yard . stokers eyeing up
set on fire her Mandir mate holdings.
She have she ways but you know!

Stepping outside 4^past midnight Put
some trousers on, man ! you never know
some warner woman clutching a bamboo
crucifix U turns for you Aie aie aie!

W.W.

[ Colonial Mating Rules . Georgetown, Guyana ]

YUH RAP SO (6.0)

Thomasson’s pregnant doubt was aborted by
The shouts of two small boys playing with pebbles
On a patch of dust surrounded by stubble:
– Aye, pink Fada! Yo, schooteacha sah! The priest
Was in no mood for their enthusiastic
Mocking of his passing otherness, so kicked
A dried owara-seed in their direction
(So much for mingling with the ffflock). If only
His nightmarish daydreams were visionary,
He might become that colonist who believes
He’s doing the best for conquist-adored lives.

(from Raponani by Brian Chan, 2023)

11/12/2025

Your Bartleby who should prefer not to climb
any more stairs – having seen and tried and failed
to climb any – all of us more air than stone –
as trees which monkeys climb are more air than earth^
and when those monkeys climb they climb only half-
way up a tree – knowing its highest limbs can’t
bear their weight the way they bear all of Heaven’s^
and to tell of Heaven – it is not concerned
with anything but your presence at its door –
your reaching there is proof of its presence and
of your choices and chances all the one made
and taken for granted by all simians^

(from “Limboa”, a sentimental anthem
by Brian Chan, 2023)

            “For wheresover the carcase is, there
             will the eagles be gathered together.”
               – Matthew 24 . 28

11/02/2025

Progress in core building runs the same slip^
fall tests – for spasms, role strain, period leaks;
fault found, before you stick a label first
scrape off our given names.

Who doesn’t love a wake ? service food
free gossip rum | grave^floral blouse ‘n’ shirts
bring us close to Gone! in tension; let down
bearers sifting memories.

 ………………   

Poulomi born in Europe, Caribbean raised
lived and works in Canada, the States; ‘dress
shifts stitched to frame her resumé ! who swears
prints of origin (foot, mud) hardly matter.

Elbow duty on toilet seat jaw propping
no longer pays; nor bony fingers for peeling
hard boiled eggs . for pleasure^pain
pin pointing.

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Desirée who tests underwear for a living
likes folding heritage layers . steupsing at people
who kneel on no^carpet floors; who peep
the leaf, saving grace^favours.

World devices chill minds + keep fanning
body heat | our island drivers fear updates,
which explains sunset shivers, nightie
fucking No, not now! suck teeth.

– W.W..

[ Colonial Order of Clouds . Georgetown, Guyana . 1965 ]

YUH RAP SO (5.9)

Sequitur: There were so many leaves still green
On the ground of the clearing in which he found
Himself standing + looking around – not stalled
By anything save why he was there at all –
That tired Thomasson was again made aware
Of the absence of soothing Autumns to cure
The eternal-summer fevers in these parts
– As he still thought of this posting, this outpost
Of the dearthing Commonwealth (its bank-accounts
Under new [IMF/World Bank] management,
New Empire-aegis for Friendly Dictators):

The trees he sensed were unaware that murder
Was the principle seeding their own jungle

(from “Raponani” by Brian Chan, 2023)