Sourness


The world crawls forward
And spouts pimples shaped like nuclear power plants
And keloids shaped like oil spills.
But there are some things that remain stuck in time,
Retaining the permanence of scar tissue.

Old metal water towers with flaking red paint
Still sitting lofty and empty
Overlooking the asphalt roads that cut through villages
Where everyone knows each other
Even though they have to walk ten minutes
To get to each other’s house.

This is where time is measured by geology
And the night shift by the flambeau,
Seasons are named after fruit and vegetable
And the only true sourness they know of
Is the senescence of the papaya and the mango.


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Kevin Jared Hosein is a writer and artist born and raised in the Caribbean island state Trinidad and Tobago. He is a writer and poet who has a novella, Littletown Secrets, debuting in June, 2013. In 2009, he penned a poem entitled "The Wait is So, So Long" that would go on to be adapted as a short film that would be featured and win a Gold Key Award at the NY-based Scholastic Art & Writing Awards. Although he is currently employed as a Biology and Physics secondary school teacher, he writes everyday to have a significant body of work, to build discipline and to create his own voice and style in the world of West Indian literature.

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