-Kerfe Roig “Invisible Cities Portal”
See the shimmering rift
Sea of twinkling stars
Blooming fantasy’s gift
Awakening souls avatar
Travel through the portal
Enter unlimited possibilities space
Experience like an immortal
Every imaginable place
Creative heart’s vision
Ethereal timeless wisdom show
Embark on artistic mission
Lighted by muses crafted glow
Follow stories of the rainbow
Sail the word-stream on a moonbeam
Befriend the shadow, she inspiration bestow
Clear singing book-stream, a poet’s dream
Responding to MH “The Confession” and KR “Invisible Cities”
With unruly hair, capped-tamed,
she stood before the white-wigged judges
to confess the sins of her wandering mind.
On and on her words poured out
to dance around the room—
the dreams she’d seen, the visions hued
in blue and gold and silver-
streamed they rushed from head and heart,
of a specter at a portal, a future seen
of cities now invisible, but that would someday gleam–
tall towers reflecting the sun, rising high
and bridges spanning rivers, and ships that sailed the sky.
No witch, am I. Only a dreamer.
The watchers sighed. The dazed and dazzled judges called for order,
and she was punished, a time in the stocks and weary-work
to check her mind’s meanderings.
But even a small spark can flare a blazing fire. She still dreamed—
and now, so did the others.
-Merril D Smith
Take this crime (MH20)
and keep it safe for me
I have carried it for so long
that it has grown larger
since I first committed it.
Now it strains to escape
the walls of the box
I noticed the flaps lifting
and knew it was time
to find it a new home.
You must be sure
to water it once a day
with tears or even blood,
as long as you keep it moist.
Above all, it must be protected.
On no account expose it
to light. If you do, it will explode
and the consequences
may destroy us both too.
This isolation’s not so hard, I confess.
Trees are still black shadows against the sky
when I arise. I jingle kibble into
dog bowls, pop in a pod of Keurig French Roast,
and head back to bed with a pile of books.
I read and scribble on the unmarked day,
staying away from complicated lines.
Morning walk beside carless streets– I see
no one and that’s ok. Not a bad way
to live, I confess, as long as my thoughts
don’t stray to questions of why.
Invisible Cities Portal – KR20
Barriers appear with structured openings.
Dark clouds abound yet we still see the Sun.
Vastness of space and a comet will come.
A man thinks a small hill is a mountain.
Others see a tunnel, a bridge or a flight
that can take you to the cities far out of sight.
19,Ja,2021 for the twentieth of.
-Alan Gary Smith, inspired by Paul Brookes and the painter Kiroji Roige.
The Confession – MH20
I’ve got to admit
it was me.
But I did it for the best
can’t you see ?
I offer you my hand
to show that I care.
I know what you’re thinking
with that horrid, dog stare.
19,Ja,2021 for the twentieth of.
-Alan Gary Smith, inspired by Paul Brookes and the painter Marcel Herms.
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..