“Poetry Is A Bag For Life” is the name of my youtube channel where you can find experiments I do in presenting my poetry, and also includes the stunning art of Marcel Herms and Hiva Moazed, and a few of my photos. Here are a seven selections from it. I am more than willing to collaborate with artists and writers in other mediums.

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCR67uSk0MjdHHoB_LUPFbpw

the Fevers of the Mind General Interview with Abuh Monday Eneojo

davidlonan1's avatarFevers of the Mind

1) Please describe your latest book, what about your book will intrigue the readers the most, and what is the theme, mood? Or If you have a blog or project please describe the concept of your project, blog, website

Abuh Monday: My latest book is Piary . It was published in 2019 in Ibadan, a city in Nigeria known for it’s aged lifestyle
and beautiful rooftops. Intrigue? Hmmmm…it is a poetic diary. Who doesn’t want to take a peek at ones
diary?

2) What frame of mind and ideas lead to you writing your current book?

Abuh Monday: Basically, Piary , is an anthology of poems that houses the mind blowing experience of poet who tries not
sell his humanity to feminism, sexism, culture, lewdness and a whole lot of things you may want to tag
as frivolous in the society. As a way of spicing up the art of…

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2 Poems by KC Bailey from Fevers of the Mind Press Presents the Poets of 2020 The Fog Surrounds Me & Do the Trees Sway or Do I?

davidlonan1's avatarFevers of the Mind

The Fog Surrounds Me

The voices echo                 and repeat

become static blurs and sliding

 

vision. From nowhere

gloved hands muffle senses

 

people stand behind bulletproof glass –

fists pound, faces frown

 

wide-mouthed protests. I don’t hear them;

I am half

 

gone, they are almost memories –

false figments

 

trying to keep me conscious

as I sink beneath sensation

 

to the quickening pulse

awaken

 

shift of sight, fracture night-light

flashes of searing white

 

behind the lids

at the back of the eyes

the out of tune orchestra

wraps around the neocortex

 

blue roots shock the sky

split the dark

 

gravelled roofs roll with rumbling fury

and worlds fold

 

Do the Trees Sway, or Do I?

My mind is everywhere

and nowhere

                              lost and wandering –

                             

absent searches

                  for old friends

                              for…

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The Day Squirrels Preach on the Front Page of Open Arts Forum

Soodabeh's avatarPoemedicine

Just found my poem, The Day Squirrels Preach, on the FrontPage of “Open Arts Forum”! Thank you great editors and fellow poets in the forum who kindly featured the poem. Read the poem on the link below and the Farsi translation here.


روزی که سنجابها واعظ شوند

روزی فرا می رسد که سنجابی

از روی شاخه بلوط

به ایوان مادربزرگ می جهد

و به ما می آموزد

که چگونه اندوهمان را

در جامی از سوسن فرو ریزیم

چگونه الهام بخش آواره ای تهیدست شویم

که خانه ای پشمینه بسازد

چگونه همچون عطر آرامبخش اسطوخودوس

در هوا بخزیم

چگونه لباس بارانی پنجره شکسته را

ترمیم کنیم

و وقتی آنروزها از راه برسد

من دیگر عروسک وصله دار حیرت زده ای

بر شومینه مادر بزرگ نخواهم بود

و همچون گنجشکی بیچاره

از آب جوی نخواهم نوشید

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An Incomplete List of Names by Michael Torres (Beacon Press)

tearsinthefence's avatarTears in the Fence

Michael Torres is one of the great writers coming out of the Pomona Valley area where notables such as Sam Shepard, Kem Nunn and more lately Matt Sedillo, David Romero, and George Hammons have written from and about. Torres’s debut poetry collection, An Incomplete List of Names from Beacon Press is very much about the experience of coming from this area and how a place can work itself into a person. It’s an exceptional work that is in part about how Pomona colors the way he sees and relates to the world, and the ways that the world relates to him.
Torres has moved out of Pomona and now lives in a college town in Minnesota where he teaches, but he describes the pain and awkwardness of carrying his past and his own expectations for himself with him. He writes:

I’m at a couch at
the professor’s house. And there…

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Poem in The Tide Rises

merrildsmith's avatarYesterday and today: Merril's historical musings

I’m pleased to have my poem “Sea Glass” published in The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls literary journal. It’s a journal devoted to ocean-themed poetry. My thanks to editor Wyeth Renwick. The timing is especially nice because today is the now-grown “little sprite’s” birthday, and her sister’s birthday was a few days ago. You can read the poem here.

Summers long ago. Ocean City, NJ

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Wednesday Writing Prompt — The Poetry Shed

The List Poem List poems can be a great way of approaching your writing, building up a bank of ideas and expanding on them to draw out the poem within. When tackling a list poem think about the relationship between the items on the list and the order in which they appear. Remember a poem […]

Wednesday Writing Prompt — The Poetry Shed