Darryl / Dadou / Baron Wawa

Darryl / Dadou / Baron Wawa

Darryl / Dadou / Baron Wawa is a Port-au-Prince born Haitian-American who studied Photography and Creative Writing. He enjoys chocolate and good books. That said, maybe a movie is a good book. He loves to work with images and words and their pairing.

our mouth of grapes
a profile at a bar, again a sigh and cough
have a heart
forgive my sway
I’m done now.

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Risk here: a muffle
and choke
and silence introduced
risk here overwhelms what was
sound, a levee between us

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Lust drive
startle, flinch, fear
the bifurcating exits
split curbs and sky between
the silhouetted highway sequencing

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It’s like you are pregnant with your mother
her or something about her
boiling inside you
like a rap song
no greater image
except for me?

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In line and prose the poems blunt with humor and cynicism, in this dance that’s like having sex with someone new, or listening to anecdotes about your mom’s love life: it makes you uncomfortable at times, but you come back, it itches...

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And you, my ear of wood
separate floor and sky
floor from sky
and hear my sin as lack
on the midline

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These paired repetitions in both stanzas make the lines more permanent, like a magic mirror effect and affect. Subtle as a disaffected kid, they play with mature audacity.

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As a symbol, a hand becomes a want, a yearn, a chain, a command, a judgment, a labor, a seizure of sharing, affection, and property. The hand, the biological equivalent to the symbol of gesture, the means of participating in the play of life, the gesture.

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Oyster, enter mouth
sushi enter mouth
Why does the metaphor
want water and sex?

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The author is a master of proportion, a noteworthy quality, so that the bulk of the main theme (loss) and the other themes are revealed almost like video fades. The lines are clear, simple, precise, eloquent and politely unforgiving.

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Impulse and Warp nobly attempts the impossible: to describe the chaos of time with respect. The poems can’t be rushed and aren’t easy on first impression. The syntax fucks itself, breaks up, then comes back to show that even grammar is relative.

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pins drop over the city
the wind whistles 
to no verdict 
Take me sleep
protect me, like angel music

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You taught me the pleasure
of petty crime
of sneaking away
with a glass full of wine

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Ironically, these seemingly cynical poems invite us to dig under the rainbow and see the flesh, the teeth, the hard truth of death; and the result is a beautifully complex twister of problems I want to solve.

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Compared to the first book, the poems have become increasingly creepy, and the “murderer” more vivid. The story inches closer to a horror film, that scene when protagonists find out unpleasant secrets, searching in the shade.

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