ISSUE: Winter 2019
The sound from some other kind of space or
craft and foot set in a downtown, US shots
into windows where flowers and mannequins
with shots of impoverished
behind, walking downtown
moves between that and a Caribbean (?)
nation. Ducks, pigeons. I’m almost certainty
the other places the
flag is in the clip you took)
as we see from vehicle
the roadway and house and building alongside it
(I’m not certain but the title of
and the castle bring me to think of colonialism and/as
the environments in which ways of life are forged)
The sound of moving through it, the sound of
photos taken finally arrives home
where his white girlfriend takes photos the two
of them lounge She puts up cutouts,
religious sits, worship in
the other nation and constant roadways
and cars behind a chant in another language—the other location
is this Ethiopia and you were right about Harlem)
Material in this poem is sourced from Forged Ways.
