Evening Canal by Terry Chipp
by MJ Saucer
de anatomische by Marcel Herms
MEN TOOK ME
As I lay drowsy woozy,
not really myself.
Men came and wheeled
They pierced me
then stabbed me deep.
They cut stuff out,
sewed up the holes
with a needle and thread.
I slept on in small death.
I could have sworn
I’d had no dreams at all.
But when I awoke
there they were
back at my bedside.
“We hope we don’t
have to do this again”
they said, smiling
all the while.
-© Dai Fry 10th November 2020
With Time to Kill
We’re yet to dream
but still too far
for this waking world
from this crowded bar
Where in the air
of summer nights
beneath neon sounds
and howling lights
Call out to Him
to guide to sleep
the children of night
from upon their feet
While I exchange
his final slumber
for wicked winds
and joyless wonder
A dream made gold
from once was gone
and guided by night
I, to Oberon
Still in the air
a call to yonder
this night of feasts
to starve no longer
Though for a time
as far as it seems
all is not golden
in the darkness of the dream
And yet beset upon his charm
would break that dream
upon the ground
Broke through the rain
of nights before
this tempered touch
met the fallen shore
And all this time
we waited still
by the dim flicker beat
with time to kill.
canal dreams, flat
between each speech,
red polls, make cross
Sighs of longing fill the airport lounge,
of those enticed by images unpeopled,
the idyll in their silence,
architectural lines of stone rising from water
or empty piazze, parklands scattered with birds,
yet they draw such crowds,
the world is sinking beneath their weight.
The lines of summer migrants gather, swarm,
flying hither and yon to see what cannot be seen
beneath the crawling locust-skin
of crunching, clacking, insect-clicking hordes.
If stillness ever fell, would they listen,
would they hear the voice that asks, why?
“Pastry and Pears”
Where passionate focus
Prepares the fruit
Saves all the parts
Using multiple methods
Has a great deal of fun
Planning, experimenting, tasting, sharing
Makes tight fitting igloos
To house the main attraction
Goes back to the drawing board
Presents delicate edible art
Adorned with silk spun sugar
And the option for ice cream
Pastry and Pears is
Community and connections
Time to unwind
In a very special place
(De Anatomische Les)
But you still have to handle
The parts, so there’s that
You view me as a
Demon; I guess that I am
Trying to survive
Students cut open
My body. I died selling
Bodies to students
We return home wondering what that means for others elsewhere.
Perhaps they drive from door to door down expansive roads neverending.
Or walk a short distance, some nights making the journey longer to enjoy the crisp air.
We rock gently in the gondola, appreciating the unique architecture and engineering that make this particular journey possible.
It’s beautiful here and we’re nearly home.
Our place is just around this corner.
We’re used to the ride being a slow one.
Something I read about the river Styx nudges at my consciousness.
Anatomy of the Anthropause
There are no dolphins in the canals of Venice,
though it was a romantic myth in the blight
of pandemic. Swans are a more common sight
as humans isolate indoors. Goats did revolt in San
Jose and took a trip down the Great Orme to gorge
on flowers and peek through windows in Llandudno.
Wild boars brought their babies to snuffle and forage
in Haifa and flamingos flocked to Narta Lagoon looking
for love. Sea cows swarmed Hat Chao Mai, while in
Santiago, cougars scaled apartment walls and penguins
roamed parking lots in Cape Town. Fluffles of baby
bunnies raided Christchurch as cows sunned on beaches
in Corsica and peacocks strutted the streets of Dubai.
Macaques squatted in empty bazaars in Jaipur as ducks
owned the boulevards of Paris and foxes slinked through
burroughs of London. Coyotes played at Dodger Stadium
as geese waddled to movie theatres in New York.
Jaguars prowled Tulum, while Floridian loggerheads
lumbered to the sea in peace. Slaughters of iguanas
lounged undisturbed in the Bahamas as Sika deer
used pedestrian crossings in Nara. In the Anthropause,
Animals take back what’s theirs.
-Gayle J Greenlea
One of the candy-striped pali di casata
must have been struck by a runaway gondola
giving it an inclination
toward the bridge, which is not
the Bridge of Sighs that prisoners crossed
from interrogation rooms
in the palace of the doge.
on the beauty of the world
they were leaving behind, they would sigh,
then follow their sad arc to the underground
cells, passing through infinite circles of hell.
-Holly York 2020
I peel the apple.
Dig a kitchen knife
into the soft brown flesh
to remove the damage.
Remember the time
you lay in the bath
and I ran a finger
down the line of your legs.
Paused at the curve
of your ankle bone
to gently kiss better
the bruise that ripened there.
Water binds us, canal
is not creek or the inner hydraulics,
flowing salty, moving hand
and tongue, water defines us,
seeps into our foundations, mirrors
sky, realm of azure, cloud.
We float heavy cargoes
down the writhing waters,
arterial flow without clotting,
each face a doorway
of uncertainty, subsidence
the dark eye of dream,
what swallows, swallows
us whole, water constricts
coiling about, squeezing
out of us.
MH11 De Anatomische
Owned, but not
property, no limits, no
boundaries, how they disassembled
and reconstructed this form
always a different interpretation
of the same idea, functionality
is for furniture, the gasping
mouth of pleasure, the fishhook
pulling me from depth, examined
and contorted, the broken form
must reconstitute itself, the spectacle
We bruise as we sweeten
ripening in sacks of shadow,
each day grows more tender
as flesh reveals its handling,
taste of this form, trucked
from beyond despair,
all she offered was love, a tree
of verdure and bees, heavy
with promise, each pear a day
:: nothing ::
dissecting the thing
and chucking it into the canal
it is nothing
Bios and Links
grew up in Thurnscoe and ia now living in Doncaster via Wath Grammar school, Doncaster Art College, Bede College in Durham and 30 years teaching.
He sold his first painting at the Goldthorpe Welfare Hall annual exhibition at the age of 17 and he haven’t stopped painting since.
He escaped the classroom 20 years ago to devote more time to his artwork. Since then he has set up his own studio in Doncaster, exhibited across the north of England as a member of the Leeds Fine Artists group and had his painting demonstrations featured on the SAA’s Painting and drawing TV channel. Further afield he has accepted invitations to work with international artists’ groups in Spain, Macedonia, Montenegro and USA where his paintings are held in public and private collections. In 2018 he had a solo exhibition in Warsaw, Poland and a joint exhibition in Germany.
His pictures cover a wide range of styles and subjects from abstract to photo-realism though he frequently returns to his main loves of landscape and people.
Visitors are welcome at his studio in the old Art College on Church View, Doncaster.
Facebook: Terry Chipp Fine Art Painting
is a Dutch visual artist. He is also one of the two men behind the publishing house Petrichor. Freedom is very important in the visual work of Marcel Herms. In his paintings he can express who he really is in complete freedom. Without the social barriers of everyday life.
There is a strong relationship with music. Like music, Herms’ art is about autonomy, freedom, passion, color and rhythm. You can hear the rhythm of the colors, the rhythm of the brushstrokes, the raging cry of the pencil, the subtle melody of a collage. The figures in his paintings rotate around you in shock, they are heavily abstracted, making it unclear what they are doing. Sometimes they look like people, monsters, children or animals, or something in between. Sometimes they disappear to be replaced immediately or to take on a different guise. The paintings invite the viewer to join this journey. Free-spirited.
He collaborates with many different authors, poets, visual artists and audio artists from around the world and his work is published by many different publishers.
writes novels, short stories and lots of poems. Among her publications is her first chapbook of poetry, thicker than water. She is also a regular contributor to Visual Verse and the Ekphrastic Review. You can find her on twitter @MJDougherty33 and on her blog https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/
is a queer poet from Tampa, Florida. Infatuated with what remains of the undeveloped Gulf coast. Former cook. Has had poems in Cypress Press, Feral Poetry, IceFloe Press, Petrichor. Can be found on Twitter@Peach Delphine
is a poet living on the south coast of England. Originally from Swansea. Wales was and still is a huge influence on everything. My pen is my brush. Twitter:
Susan Darlington’s poetry regularly explores the female experience through nature-based symbolism and stories of transformation. It has been published in Fragmented Voices, Algebra Of Owls, Dreams Walking, and Anti-Heroin Chic among others. Her debut collection, ‘Under The Devil’s Moon’, was published by Penniless Press Publications (2015). Follow her @S_sanDarlington
lives in Atlanta, Georgia with her two large, frightening lapdogs. A PhD in French language and literature, she has retired from teaching French to university students, as well as from fierce competition in martial arts and distance running. She has produced the chapbooks Backwards Through the Rekroy Wen, Scapes, and Postcard Poetry 2020. When she isn’t hard at work writing poems in English, she might be found reading them in French to her long-suffering grandchildren, who don’t yet speak French.
-Gayle J. Greenlea
is an award-winning poet and counselor for survivors of sexual and gender-related violence. Her poem, “Wonderland”, received the Australian Poetry Prod Award in 2011. She shortlisted and longlisted for the Fish Poetry Prize in 2013, and debuted her first novel Zero Gravity at the KGB Literary Bar in Manhattan in 2016. Her work has been published in St. Julian Press, Rebelle Society, A Time to Speak, Astronomy Magazine, Headline Poetry and Press and The Australian Health Review.
lives in the North East of Scotland. Her first poetry collection ‘ Tree standing small’ was published in 2018 with Clochoderick Press. Her work has appeared in journals and magazines in print and online and she is working towards a second collection.
Like someone who tries out hats or other samples before making a final decision, experimenting with different ideas and techniques is how Lydia spends some of her time. This allows for other portions of time to speak through the lens of fiction, creative nonfiction and art. You can find her work at Cargo Collective , Lydia Wist Creative and on Twitter @Lydiawist.
lives in the wild, wet, south-west of England, surrounded by mud and apple trees. She writes poems to make sense of the world, and would rather weed than wash up.
-sonja benskin mesher
holds a bachelor in English Literature and Creative Writing and is a secondary school teacher of English and Creative Writing. Liam is currently writing his first, professional collection of poetry entitled Borders that explores poetry from all around the world. Liam also Co-Hosts a movie discussion podcast entitled: The Pick and Mix Podcast. Liam writes under the pseudonym ‘Michael The Poet’
Links: WordPress: https://michael-the-poet.com/
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is 54, married and a mother of two, who has been writing and telling stories since childhood. Over the last decade she has utilised writing not just as entertainment, but as a means to improve personal communication skills. That process unexpectedly uncovered increasingly difficult and unpleasant feelings, many forgotten for decades. Diagnosed as a historic trauma survivor in May 2019, Mental health issues had previously hindered the entirety of her adult life: the shift into writing as expression and part of a larger journey into self-awareness began to slowly unwind for her from the past, providing inspiration and focus for a late career change as a multidisciplined artist.
is a Northern Irish poet from Belfast. She has two poetry pamphlets, and a full collection, from Hedgehog Poetry Press, they are Circling the Sun, Memory Forest and Venus in pink marble (2018, 2019 and Summer 2020 respectively). She is co-author, along with Karen Mooney, of Penned In a poetry pamphlet written in response to the pandemic and due for release 30th November 2020. Follow her on Twitter @gaynorkane or read more at www.gaynorkane.com.
is the author of Walk Like Monsters (Paperwall, 2016) and City of Water (Sahitya Akademi, 2010). Her work has appeared in anthologies and journals such as Plume, 580 Split, One and Breakwater Review. She is Contributing Editor, Poetry, at Barren Magazine. She has received fellowships and awards from the Charles Wallace Trust India, the International Reporting Project, TFA India and Muse India. She currently lives in Los Angeles, California. Her website is http://aninditasengupta.com