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
More than the actual loss, it’s helplessness That we most loathe when suffering a theft: The arbitrary way one daring, deft, Brass act leaves careful order in a mess; The knowledge the thief’s wilder and cares less; The easy way he tears the warp and weft Of dull security; the insight left The cosmos can as quickly curse as bless.
Therefore the fears are mostly overblown – The thief himself causes no loss or strife More than insurance or day’s work redeems. But there’s a greater thief, and more unknown, Who comes each night and steals one third your life, Leaving no more than fingerprints, your dreams.
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.