Kate has been living in Porthleven since 2009. She is still a city lover after many years living in London and periods of time living and working in Prague and Barcelona. She is particularly interested in fiction which conveys an atmosphere through poetic and sometimes experimental language rather than conventional story narrative. Her own fiction […]
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Nancy Byrne Iannucci is the author of Temptation of Wood (Nixes Mate Review 2018). Her poems have appeared in a number of publications including Gargoyle, Ghost City Press, Clementine Unbound, Three Drops from a Cauldron, Dodging the Rain, 8 Poems, Glass: A Journal of Poetry (Poets Resist), Hobo Camp Review, and Typehouse Literary Magazine. Nancy is a Long Island, NY native who […]
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Joe Sonnenblick has been featured in such publications as “The reject” and “Citizen Brooklyn”. Joe is pleased to have been selected by “The Flea Bitten Dog” for their 7th issue which was published in September 2020, and published through “In Parentheses” for their 6th volume of poetry which was released in October 2020. Joe has been a […]
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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 LOST CHILDREN Dressed in orange and brown, […]
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Sheena was born in a small town in Northern Ireland and went to University in Dublin. She spent five great years in Liverpool and has now lived in Nottingham, longer than anywhere else. She worked as a Radiologist in Grantham, Lincolnshire for 22 years, and since retirement has been writing, mostly poetry but really anything […]
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Marcel Herms “Sin King Sinking”
why the ship seems heavy
a suspicion of a skink on board
“Get the pink mink”
“think , wink, swink”
let the snow blink
I am King, Poseidon cannot harm me
nor Aolus from the sky’s brink
Ye Kya Tamashamere aage , serve me not wine, nor
show me the bejeweled dagger, blood enough, I have seen
cold as it is in the cellared ewer,
bring me an extinguisher better
roses tulips and jasmine burn within, my love for my land
hotter,grows moment by moment
Ye kya Tamasha mere aage ho raha hai,
meri zameen bik rahi hai
Ghalib ne sahi kaha zameen se zameer tak
sab bik raha hai.
Mirza Ghalib was right when he said”All is being sold
land and loyalty”.
In Response to Kerfe Roig
Ode
Thou strange still undiscovered fathoms deep,
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February 1st
-Michael Dickel “Unicorn Dream 1”
-Christine O’Connor
-Marcel Herms “The Fight”
-Kerfe Roig “These Hands”
Response to Kerfe Roig, “These Hands”
Her Hands
Her hands are a kaleidoscope,
holding within all the colors,
shapes, textures she once touched.
Far distant memories telescoped
and brought close—flaking pink polish on her nails
makes her think of flowers that grew in her garden,
her crooked finger,
reminds her of her mother’s hands.
Her hands are a map,
the etched lines a pathway showing where she’s gone
and where she’s heading. That crosshatch marks the years
of the now-demolished city shop
where she touched goods and gestured to customers—
these show the first time
she picked up a paintbrush, or
held a small boy’s hand as he scampered on a beach.
She sees his boy-face in her mind, clearer to her than his man-face,
though it’s been decades since he was a boy. Her hands
are treasure boxes full of memories—everything she has ever touched—children,
flowers, pets, lovers. She can’t see the spots on her skin, or
the wrinkled creases, but she can feel the touch of my skin—
my hand holding hers.
-Merril D Smith
autonomy (KRFeb1)
my hands ask for you
they offer themselves
in taut tendons, knuckles
and loose skin
they raise peace
to your recent absence
and a tired toast
to your return
it will solve
nothing if you come
but grant these hands
some warmth
my hands speak
without conscious effort
cells touching the air
in a body memory
take this offering
wherever you are
in the involuntary shiver
running down your spine
-Hilary Otto
Dreams and Nightmares – A Landay Poem
Dreams of kisses, rainbows and magic
Snug in sleep when reality is much more tragic
Fantasies of closeness, touch and hugs
Before dawn the comfy blanket of dark away tugs
Visions of varm love, full trust, free lust
Shattered into isolation, cobwebs and mind dust
Nightmares of a frozen empty tomb
Melt as frost when waking in embrace let sweet lust bloom
-©RedCat
Unicorn-Dream – MD1F
Is this real or am I dreaming ?
Is it the truth or am I scheming ?
I see you every time I travel abroad
but seeing you here gives me discord.
In the middle of the day or late at night
what brings you here, into my sight ?
I need to pass the verbose and get to the pith.
Are you real or are you myth ?
31,Ja,2021 for the first of Feb.
-Alan Gary Smith, inspired by Paul Brookes and the painter Michael Dickel.
autonomy (KRFeb1)
my hands ask for you
they offer themselves
in taut tendons, knuckles
and loose skin
they raise peace
to your recent absence
and a tired toast
to your return
it will solve
nothing if you come
but grant these hands
some warmth
my hands speak
without conscious effort
cells touching the air
in a body memory
take this offering
wherever you are
in the involuntary shiver
running down your spine
-Hilary Otto
Bios And Links
-Kerfe Roig
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/
-Christine O’Connor
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.
-Marcel Herms
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
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.
-Godefroy Dronsart
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.
-Joy Fleming
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.
-Holly York
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.
-Hilary Otto
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
-Jim young
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..
The Wombwell Rainbow 