It’s Sunday, so

two more poems went live on tongues of the ocean this morning.

They’re “Sunday” by Nicholas Laughlin (Trinidad and Tobago) —

Long Woodbrook afternoons when it never rained
—already this is another century—
the street agape, the households all asleep,
the smell of soap and orange peel under the stairs
—the smell of still having too long to wait—
and the aunts asleep, and the smothering patience of indoors.

and “Circles of Light” by Obediah Michael Smith (The Bahamas) —

landscape, moonscape, seascape

escape evening falling

sun into the sea
instead of upon your toe
or upon your head

and they’re both worth a look.



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