Month: February 2021
Stella Wulf: A Gascon Day
I’m very pleased to announce that Stella Wulf, who along with her skills as an artist is also a gifted poet, will be The High Window‘s new resident artist for 2021. I am very much looking forward to see what Stella will come up with. Here is a preview of what you can expect in the spring issue.
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A GASCON DAY
An upstart breeze puffs over Monsieur Dubois’ potager,
licks at trusses of tomatoes, ruffles heads of lettuce,
chicanes the rows to blow at raspberries.
Bored with the apathy of legumes it wafts off
to tug beards of barley, tickle whiskers of wheat,
until the heat takes its breath away.
Hay bales, round and robust as a bon Madiran,
settle their bulging girths on a grassy divan,
slump woozily on spreading bottoms.
Cows muse under an awning of oak to the croak
of basking frogs – whisk…
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Delighted to have my poem “Afternoon Like Half A Pint Of Mild” featured this month at “Friends Of Doncaster Mansion House”. Thankyou, Sue and Frank
Reviews of recent Chapbooks
Re-post:Poetry by Neel Trivedi from Fevers of the Mind Press Anthologies
Dear, he who must not be named (T/W) by Faye Alexandra Rose
I say I don’t, but I remember that night.
There were eleven lights in the ceiling and five trains went past the window. You told me to
be silent. Not one word or your violence would speak a thousand. It turns out you wrote a
novel all over my skin was a map of the places you had been uninvited. Watercolour bruises I
could not dilute with bleach. I cried to the police reliving that moment once again. The
examination was filled with swabs and humiliation as a male doctor went near my wounds. I
feared men for a long time after, I would even flinch at my brother’s touch. I’d often see red
and lash out, like a bull I would charge at whoever told me “I would be okay.” I can’t even
look in the mirror without seeing shame! I scrub my skin until it bleeds and please…
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the FOTM General Interview with Simon Zec
An Essay “We the People” by Troy Jackson (from Fevers of the Mind Press Presents the Poets of 2020)
”We the People” is the opening phrase of the Constitution of the United States of America. “We the People” was chosen by the ‘Founding Fathers’ of the nation as the opening phrase of the Constitution because it would serve as a reminder to lawmakers and citizens alike that the power and responsibilities of the newly founded nation resided in “We the People”. The phrase “We the People” signified that the voting rights of the people would serve as the paramount political act in this newly formed land of various states, laws, and peoples.
Not included in “We the People” at the founding of the nation were women, native Indians, and slaves. Slaves who had been brought into the land as early as 1609 had no rights. Slaves who were the ancestors of a people we today collectively callAfrican-Americans. My family and I are the descendants of those slaves. Slaves were…
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2 poems from the Cartoon Diaries by David L O’Nan “Your Hollywood isn’t For Chronic Dust Bunnies” & “Watercolour Smile”
Becoming Noah – Imogen Downes — The Poetry Shed
Becoming Noah Prologue Hell knows all hiding places.Hell invented them.That’s what makes it Hell.When the rain comes, and it will,the sand will not shelter your head. 1. There was something godly about it.Something definiteabout the way everything starting to drip,how all the good china started to run and the animals became unusual.People were pinning bed […]
Becoming Noah – Imogen Downes — The Poetry Shed
The Wombwell Rainbow 