Daussen ist feindlich by Marcel Herms
Making Contact by Terry Chipp
Draussen ist Feindlich)
“Not Sure About This”
Smiley faces leering on walls
Red lights, handprints, graffiti –
Sigils deprecating to the area
Shapes that refuse to announce themselves
Gloomy driveways empty but for unexplainable lights
Danger of death keep out
Dark copses, deep thickets
The caltrops you missed
Before most things, contact was made only by talking or shouting, written language or performance.
The man’s phone screen looked weird but that he could handle.
He hoped the mysterious communicator wasn’t about to shout.
Song of Innocence
“What?” says William Blake,
“an eye phone? Whatever for?
To amplify my visions?
But it’s precisely
for my visions that
they call me mad,
though hearing visions
wouldn’t be so bad
for the sympathetic
to the synesthetic.
And to think that it springs
from a grain of sand
and can be held
in the palm of the hand.
-Holly York 2020
I cannot go, no I cannot go outside
Instead I sleep in the jaws of the wolf
Fold my bones into the origami night,
a star sputtering in atrophy, white comma
rendered on a black page. I cannot write,
no, I cannot write, the connection
lost from brain to hand. Outside, the ocean
curls into a lip. We’ve done
our best. How long we sat by that dead
volcano searching for glowing lava,
perforations in earth’s surface like a letter
writ in fire. I cannot go, no I cannot go
outside. Your memory there like knives,
hostile to my heart, your voice disembodied
in my ear.
— Gayle J. Greenlea
MY PHONE AND I
I live alone under the stairs
not under the stars
-pay attention please- but
mostly alone with my iphone.
Safe from passers by
their long bloody knives.
There is a spider in here
his name is Rodney.
He tells me I am the
third visitor who
has come to stay,
but the first one with
a smart phone.
He wants me to
BBC weather app.
He also has a keen interest
in current affairs.
I’m still thinking
about the app: but
we’ve had some
about Brexit and the virus.
© Dai Fry 17th November 2020.
: 999 ::
they add some for emergency
dreaming nothing works
becomes seedy like rubber buttons
stitched on particular
they come at us with knives
talking with tongues
with nowhere else to go
no one else to torment
i laugh at them talking in metaphors
yet I do the same
there are raindrops on the window
while I die
The film outside
Boot-clatter, shrill shriek
silent knife-slip, bullet-rattle,
and blood pools in the shadows.
It’s cold outside,
say the dead,
and we tip-tap, click and post,
trapping the thrill in real time
for global applause.
A found poem from incoming texts on my phone
Been awake for hours
Been meaning to text you.
I’ve booked us in for class tonight.
Milk & bread.
That will be better in this climate.
Such a lovely painting.
Running about 10mins late.
Can’t remember if I mentioned
the wee job to you.
I’m at the library.
Going to put my feet up this eve
& treat Venus to a drink.
We’re sorry you’re leaving us.
Thanks for taking the time
to complete this survey.
each hand which holds
may yet destroy
this moment, calm;
fear erupts –
There is no horizon
in the old photographs
always a blade and revolver,
mother sitting sidesaddle
on her favorite horse
had a pistol in her sash.
Word was they eloped
fleeing across three states
on horseback and by steamboat,
coming down to scrub
and prairie, working
cattle, smoking mullet,
a slab house full
of palmetto bugs
but there were stars
sometimes panther tracks
wind off the Gulf,
a sky where their names
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/
Instagram: Michael The Poet
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