-Marcel Herms “In hetzelfde schuitje”
-Kerfe Roig “intermediary”
Responding to MH18 and KR 18
For Visionary Leaders, First Responders, Resisters, and All the Helpers, Everywhere
We’re in the same boat—
Death swims all around us, floats
with crocodile grin in skeletal face,
glides, sometimes without a trace–
for color to flee. Let him be–
if there’s no hope–to do what he must,
when blood flows out and cold winds gust.
Beware the fakes and winter witches
who line their pockets with others’ riches–
but—call the intermediaries, if you can
the ones who stop the flow and span
the distance between wish and despair–
the bringers of light, the helpers who care–
those who take us from frozen tombs
to whisk in spring’s incipient blooms.
Dead dying faces all
Covid taking back to fall
sudden horror call
-Merril D Smith
Breakfast is the most important meal of the day (CO18)
The toast is crying again.
I have spoken to it firmly about this:
I told it that in the mornings
it must try to show more positivity
if I am to have a chance of making it
through the day. If this attitude continues,
I may have to resort to muesli
despite its recurrent dark spots.
This show is only for those in my boat.
It’s not funny but you might find yourself
Laughter has more teeth than tragedy
and it takes you beyond your boat
into the blue, heightens your emotions,
raises your temperature from Depression
to Resignation; and if you are lucky
beyond that all the way up to Guilt.
The water is still coming in;
I never said it could fix the hole.
So keep baling while you watch,
and think of it as a form of exercise.
Here’s a short poem, inspired by the famous poet Kalidasa and the winter scene of Kerfe Roig’s ‘intermediary.’
( Homage to Kalidasa)
Clusters of lack lustre stars, cool moonbeams chilling the air,
breeze that curdles with dense sleet, huddles of snow, chill
the breath of life steamed inside awaiting warmer climes, dare
the flowers to bloom when sandal paste to cool is applied, still
my beating heart, that winter may soon fly away, I lie in misty lair
the denuded trees greened, the iced waters melt and flow, life
Perceive color amid green and brown
living plants trees and crown
life is breath, rest are but mortal matters,
lifeless? Dry in fetters,
Live to eat , dead? Cannot be fed.
-Anjum Wasim Dar
Winter blows frozen halitosis
Spring spews vomit of blossoms
Ice-choked branches fall on power lines
Moss-flocked live oak stands, for now
Mud-darkened slush seeps into snow boots
Sun dapples daffodils
Projections in opposing directions
Tenuous seam that will not hold
Intermediary (after Yayoi Kusama) – KR18
You’ve altered the thermostat again.
I’ll knock it back down to twenty;
that should be plenty.
How about shutting the upstairs window.
It’s not nice feeling cold
when you start getting old.
Summer will soon be here.
It’s nearly equinox;
we can ditch our thick socks.
17,Ja,2021 for the eighteenth of.
-Alan Gary Smith, inspired by Paul Brookes and the painter Kiroji Roige.
Felt – (CO18)
I like your red hair.
Are you Cindi Lauper ?
You`ve got an orange face;
I bet you;re not a pauper.
You have a square head.
Are you a Cavalier ?
With a dirty mouth like that
you’re not welcome round ‘ere.
17,Ja.2021 for the 18th of.
-Alan Gary Smith, inspired by Paul Brookes and painter Chris O`Connor.
Bios And Links
A resident of New York City, Kerfe Roig enjoys transforming words and images into something new. Her poetry and art have been featured online by Right Hand Pointing, Silver Birch Press, Yellow Chair Review, The song is…, Pure Haiku, Visual Verse, The Light Ekphrastic, Scribe Base, The Zen Space, and The Wild Word, and published in Ella@100, Incandescent Mind, Pea River Journal, Fiction International: Fool, Noctua Review, The Raw Art Review, and several Nature Inspired anthologies. Follow her explorations on her blogs, https://methodtwomadness.wordpress.com/ (which she does with her friend Nina), and https://kblog.blog/, and see more of her work on her website http://kerferoig.com/
is an artist working in glass, metal, fibre and paint. Sometimes her work is based on photographs, but more often, she creates in the moment. She loves to play with texture and colour.
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.
RedCat’s love for music and dance sings clearly in The Poet’s Symphony (Raw Earth Ink, 2020). Passion for rhythms and rhymes, syllabic feets and metres. All born out of childhood and adolescence spent reading, singing, dancing and acting.
Her writing spans love, life, mythology, environment, depression and surviving trauma.
Originally from the deep woods, this fiery redhead now makes home in Stockholm, Sweden, where you might normally run into her dancing the night away in one of the city’s techno clubs.
Read more at redcat.wordpress.com
-Merril D Smith
is a historian and poet. She lives in southern New Jersey, where she is inspired by her walks along the Delaware River. She’s the author of several books on history, gender, and sexuality. Her poetry has been published in journals and anthologies, including Black Bough Poetry, Nightingale and Sparrow, Anti-Heroin Chic, and Fevers of the Mind.
is a writer, teacher, and musician currently residing near Paris. His poetry has appeared in Lunar Poetry, PostBLANK, Paris Lit Up, The Belleville Park Pages, and Twin Pies Literary among others. His first chapbook, “The Manual” (Sweat Drenched Press, 2020), explores the space between poetry, prose, and gamebooks. He has a sweet tooth for all things experimental, modernist, and strange. Follow him on Twitter and his Bandcamp for electronic explorations.
Born in County Down, Joy has studied, mothered and worked in Scotland since 1980. Brief excursions to follow her heart, back to NI mid-1990’s and England for first round Covid-lockdown ’19, Joy is currently back living in Glasgow. Joy’s first poem was accepted as part of the C. S. Lewis themed Poetry Jukebox curation A Deeper Country in Belfast in 2019. This poem, Ricochet was published in The Poets’ Republic Issue 8 Autumn 2020. A love of reading poetry is now accompanied by sporadic writing of poetic lines which spill out as an apparent by-product of processing dark and sorrowful days.
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.
-Alan Gary Smith
A Lincolnshire Ludensian living in Grimsby who built up his poetic stance after visiting Doncaster and Mexborough during his real ale and comedic music searches. Surprised to find a recent DNA check leaned heavily towards being a strong mix of Scottish, East Yorkshire and Lincolnshire. A sixty year old baldy who loves Julie, astronomy and chocolate; after giving up on football and telly.
is an English poet based in Barcelona. Her work has featured in Popshot, Black Bough Poetry, AIOTB, Ink, Sweat and Tears, and The Blue Nib, among other publications. She received her first Pushcart Prize Nomination and performed at the Cheltenham Poetry Festival. She tweets at @hilaryotto
is an old poet living in Mumbles on The Gower. He does most of his writing from his beach hut at Rotherslade – still waiting for the blue plaque
Anjum Wasim Dar was born in Srinagar (Indian Occupied )Kashmir, She is a migrant Pakistani.Educated at
St Anne’s Presentation Convent Rawalpindi she has a Masters degree in English Literature and History (
Ancient Indo-Pak Elective) CPE Cert.of Proficiency in English from Cambridge
UK. , a Diploma in TEFL from AIOU Open Uni. Islamabad Pakistan. She has been writing poems,
articles and stories since 1980.A published poet Anjum was awarded Poet of Merit Bronze Medal in 2000 by ISP International Society of Poets and poetry.com USA .
She has worked as Creative Writer at Channel 7 Adv. Company Islamabad, and as a Teacher Educator for Fauji Foundation Education Network Inservice Teachers
Educational Consultant by Profession.
Author of 3 Adventure Novels (Series) Fiction..