Knitting Drum Machines For Exiled Tongues by Jasmina Bolfek-Radovani is out!

Tears in the Fence

Jasmina Bolfek-Radovani’s ground-breaking poetry collectionKnitting drum machines for exiled
presents the reader with thirty-five multilingual poems in English, French and Croatian structurally interwoven with thirteen visual-textual fragments and three poems-tattoos or “tattooed” drawings through the narrative device of “enchâssement” (embedding). Using the universal languages of the heart / love / music / rhythm the author seamlessly transgresses borders and provides us with a poignant, evocative, and fully inclusive, immersive experience. The recurring tropes of falling, absence, and loss, and the evocation of a fourth “shadow language” signify the narrator’s displacement from ‘home’ and language, whilst at the same time questioning the identity discourses of nostalgia, belonging and exile. Here, the central image of the “knitting drum machines for exiled tongues” can be interpreted both as an innovative artistic practice allowing the revival of lost and / or exiled languages, and as an enabling device for the (re-)coding of…

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NEW FEATURE: SYNERGY: CALLING ALL WRITERS WHO ARE PHOTOGRAPHERS I will feature your work photos and writing individually on the Wombwell Rainbow. A special feature for you alone. Please DM/message me if you’re interested. Photo essays are great, poems should accompany one of your images that inspired them. Poems within the photos are also great, such a haiku, and so forth. Any theme you choose, at the moment. May get more specific as time goes by. Experimental work most welcome. Our ninth Synergy is from Debbie Strange

debbie strange raven

This photo was taken under a bridge on the frozen Red River in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. Every winter, there are art installations along the river skating trail. This one caught my attention because it reminded me of a gravestone, and of the time a crow shattered my window, losing its life in the process. The raven is symbolic in many cultures, and the tanka represents the way chronically ill people (myself included) often try to hide their infirmities (“pretending to be sky”) to avoid making others feel uncomfortable. This tanka gained 3rd Place, 2020 San Francisco International Tanka Competition.

-Debbie Strange

Bio and Links

-Debbie Strange

is an internationally published short-form poet, haiga artist, and photographer whose creative practice helps to distract her from chronic illness. Thousands of her works have appeared in hundreds of publications worldwide. Please visit her archive at for further information.

NEW FEATURE: #ASmallPress A series of week long posts about our small presses. A few years ago I decided I wanted to support a local press. I chose #Longbarrow press. Over the next few days I will feature writers from these presses that I have interviewed. I welcome comments from writers and readers about these highlighted presses to add to these features. First of their authors I will shine a light on is Matthew Clegg.


longbarrow publications

Matthew is also a cracking essay writer. Here are a selection of his essays:

Here is Brian Lewis, editor and Co-founder of Longbarrow on Matthew Clegg:

A Democracy of Words: Reintroducing Poetry to its Natural Environment | Matthew Clegg

Longbarrow Blog

slow perch
                  rise and taste
pollen phlegms
                  on diesel

‘Mexborough, Water-Fronted Properties Released’, Matthew Clegg, The Navigators (Longbarrow Press, 2015)

Back in 2013, Ruth and I had moved to Mexborough in South Yorkshire. We were both working part-time – meaning, we wanted to earn enough money to pay our way, but we also wanted enough free time to maintain our creative projects. Someone had told us that rents in Mexborough were the lowest in the country. It took us completely by surprise when we discovered that Mexborough also had a budding poetry festival, organised under the umbrella of the Ted Hughes Project. I was enough of a Hughesian to know that the…

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Dutch Colonial Violence and the Missing Voices of Indonesians

Imperial & Global Forum

Indonesia-Netherlands_indonesian-veterans-victims_@Adek-Berry-AFP-730x486 Indonesian veterans commemorate victims of massacres by the Dutch army in the 1940s in 2013. The Indonesian experience of colonial violence is often overlooked in the Netherlands. © Adek Berry / AFP
Roel Frakking and Anne Van Mourik

The Dutch continue to widely underestimate their colonial violence of the past. The publication of the hard-hitting conclusions of the Independence, Decolonization, Violence and War in Indonesia 1945-1950-program revealed the Dutch state actively condoning systematic and structural violence during Indonesia’s War for Independence. Discourse management, short-term perspectives and diminished Indonesian perspectives explain how Dutch perpetratorship is still under negotiation in the Netherlands.

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Sarah writes poems

Everything changes: the Good Queen
becomes the Wicked Witch. The grey wolf
gobbles up the moon, the moon
destroys the wolf. Take one step sideways
and the monster is a frightened child.
We, who are dazzled by the sun,
are scared of shadows. We forgive
ourselves, condemn ourselves,
spiralling round the truth, walking
the labyrinth, flickering between
light and dark. Nothing is distinct –
stars sparkle in the night, and clouds
cast shadows on the corn field.

For dVerse

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What is good?

Sarah writes poems

I went out one day to look for Good,
found a red vixen, killing
to feed her cub, a magpie
mourning a dead fledgeling; the sky
heavy with rainclouds, spilling
life on the parched ground where I stood.

A sestain again – I’m trying to make this form and rhyme scheme an instinctive way of thinking. This is a second one for dVerse, where our theme is Good and Evil.

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Every day we should mark a #WorldSuicidePreventionDay. Please join Spriha Kant, Sue Watling and myself.


Difficult times

So many times, I tilted,
learned to light candles
to banish the dark,
now my child is perched
on the edge of a pit,
I throw in wicks,
but they have nothing
to light them with.

-Sue Watling

Giving Up the smooch:

Venomous snakes conjured up in my mind
from my anxieties, frustrations, and negativities.
They slithered in my nerves.
They threatened me with their hissing sounds and flickering tongues.
I begged for emotional support
but all I got in return was
empathy as frozen as Tundra.
They tied me in a gnarly knot and bit and swallowed my stimulus.
I am now like an old plaster crumbled from a wall
about to smooch the death willingly.
But I know after this smooth, I can never smooch
So, from now on, I will keep on
venting out
my emotional state
in my diaries
till my creator doesn’t
take me away with him.

© Spriha Kant

Bios And Links

-Sue Watling

is a writer and poet living in the UK. Follow Sue on Twitter @suewatling and subscribe to Sue’s blog about poetry and bees at

-Spriha Kant

developed an interest in reading and writing poetries at a very tender age. Her poetry “The Seashell” was first published online in the “Imaginary Land Stories” on August 8, 2020, by Sunmeet Singh. She has been a part of Stuart Matthew’s anthology “Sing, Do the birds of Spring” in the fourth series of books
from #InstantEternal poetry prompts. She has been featured in the Bob Dylan inspired anthology “Hard Rain Poetry: Forever Dylan” by the founder and editor of the website Fevers of the Mind “David L O’ Nan”. Her poetries have been published in the anthology “Bare Bones Writing Issue 1: Fevers of the Mind”. She
has been featured in the “Synergy: Calling all Writers who are photographers” on the blog “The Wombwell Rainbow” run by Paul Brookes.

Sunil Sharma – Last year/this year

The Galway Review

sharmaSunil Sharma is a Mumbai-based Indian writer. Sharma is a widely-published bilingual Indian critic, poet, literary interviewer, editor, translator, essayist and fiction writer. His six short stories and the novel Minotaur were recently prescribed for the undergraduate classes under the Post-colonial Studies, Clayton University, Georgia, USA. He is a recipient of the UK-based Destiny Poets’ inaugural poet of the year award—2012.

Last year/this year

It did not rain last year
In India…and other parts
Of Asia.
The monsoon was meager
Clouds never stayed for long
Like the spurned lovers.
The winter, last year
Then the summer, this year
Were equally erratic and briefly harsh.
Rivers have run dried
Showing their skeletons and ribs
Clogged with urban debris and moss.
Summer breeze is stinging, hot.
Winter last, delayed, did not last
Even a week over the Delhi skies.
Nobody cared then
Or now.
The elite have got homes abroad
And the…

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A Book Review of Silence from the Shadows by Stuart Matthews (review from Spriha Kant)

Fevers of the Mind

Book Review by Spriha Kant

“Silence from the Shadows” is a collection of beautiful short poetries fastened with easy words. The poet beautifully portrays how a person’s poetry dances to the feelings of the deep love that he/she has for his/her beloved as can be felt in two of his poetries, ‘Poetry Book’ and ‘Let Poetry Resonate’. The poet also encourages the youngsters for weaving their feelings into poetries by stating the greatness of poetries in the last stanza of the poem “Embrace The Power Of Words”: “Death by poetry Yet life through words” In some poetries, the poet beautifully described the different phases including sunrise, sunset, night, and evening as well as their transition to their succeeding phase using metaphors and personification of the celestial bodies that can be read in a few words quoted from his poetry, “Setting Sun” below: “The setting sun Accepts her time is done”…

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