formalist and informalist poetry, short stories, excerpts of novels, general rants etc., by Robin Helweg-Larsen, proud to be appearing frequently in Ambit, Candelabrum and Snakeskin. Blog moved to http://robinhl.com
God is two brothers, one dark and one light, Riding out Time in a tiny ship; Half day and half night gives little room; God knows that a rose, red rose or white, Is a rose is a rose is a bud is a bloom Is brown blown petals and a drying hip; And the length of Time’s budding, blowing park Walk the arm-linked arguers, Light and Dark.
Two tars talked of sealing and sailing; one said with a sigh “Remember gulls wheeling and wailing, we wondering why, “And noting bells pealing, sun paling — it vanished like pie! “And then the boat heeling, sky hailing, the wind getting high, “And that drunken Yank reeling to railing and retching his rye, “John missing his Darjeeling jailing, and calling for chai? “While we battened, all kneeling and nailing, the hurricane nigh, “And me longing for Ealing, and ailing?” His mate said “Aye-aye; “I could stand the odd stealing, food staling, not fit for a sty, “And forget any feeling of failing, too vast to defy – “Home-leaving your paint-peeling paling too far to espy – “All because of the healing friend-hailing, the hello! and hi! “And, with the gulls squealing, quick-scaling the mast to the sky.”
British by birth, Jamaican by registration, Canadian by naturalisation, Australian by descent.
Formerly Danish, too, but I lost citizenship in becoming Canadian.
But no permanent status in the country I was raised in (the Bahamas), or in the country I've been living in since 1991 (the US).
My flag is the blue-and-white of the UN, all other flags are historically interesting at best, despicable at worst.