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To breathe

Stretch

Contract

The tingling of tips

as members

Imitate wrestling

Inside

Hands meet

as hearts tremble, ever changing

Our twinning

Spirits reach

like body

Open beyond limits

We move

Swept away we tremble as the energies mingle with our lives

expanded

Inside

– Ayanna Waddell

mask

face set

stillness is found below stillness. I reflect the still surface

stoic. fixed.

AGAIN…

darts pierce

frozen eyes

reflect

unchanged lines

hide the broken pain

joy, laughter, silent chorus

forever hidden

lies

truth

YOU, held back.

countenance: calm is below. Out

impassive … I remain stoic, unchanging.

– Ayanna Waddell

In exchange for your energy

It’s a curse

The thing that takes so much

You give and give

And also receive:

Stress

Frustration

Tears

Feeding chickens:

unloved

unworthy

incompetent

Examination:

Your desires

Your reason

Your value

Combat:

For life

Forces seen

Invisible

Desire:

Restoration

Time

Life

Journey:

You do

You have finished

Tumors

You accept bouquets with a smile,

You did it

you survived

Well done, servant.

– Keon Heywood

Rhythm of the dead

lessor

lessor

lessor

Bailo al ritmo de los muertos

Bailo al ritmo de los muertos

Bailo al ritmo de los muertos

I dance … (ritmo)

I dance to the rhythm of the dead

My bones, they shake

My skeleton, it is shaking

By clicking on the ritmo my soul takes

Click heels, tip toes

Arms rise in the night

Raise, beat, flip then hips

Shoulders rolled up

Swaying swaying swaying

Roll forward on the ground

Split sideways, rotate, then jive

A jerky rhythm

Beating my feet

Feel the rhythm, follow the vision

Dance… dance… bailar bailar

Dance to the rhythm …

Bailo al ritmo de los muertos

I dance to the rhythm of the dead …

– Sonia Yarde

KNews reaction

Plop! Plop!

The morning news is falling

Dragging feet,

Door opening, back bending

Door closing

Shrups …

Damn stupid politicians!

Rip off the nation

Squeaky chair

Uh …

Deep breathing

The pages turn,

What the hell?!

She poisons herself and the children

Poor angels

Lord, help us …

Ah …

Deep breathing

Another robbery

This time the owners shoot him

But he was a “good boy”

Ah …

Woman kills her spouse ?!

Well, it was about time!

One of them finally fought back

Eww a horrible attack

she brutal

Hey this is too much

You have to stick to sport …

– Carlene Gill-Kerr

What is Guyanese poetry in 2022? The nation’s poetry is, of course, long established with outstanding achievements and a recognized place in world literature. This international recognition was celebrated no later than December 2021, when London-resident poet and novelist of Guyanese origin, Grace Nichols, received the Queen’s Gold Medal for Excellence in Poetry. Significantly, that same honor was bestowed on her husband, Guyanese-born poet John Agard in 2012.

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