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
January 1, 2010
Sometimes you’d sell your soul just to get warm! – Your clothes are rags in the wind, your skin goes blue, You doubt your mouth can ever smile again; The lonely world grows dark before the storm Whose icy rain’s a mile away… and then, The sun breaks through!
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.