Bernard Pearson’s work appears in over seventy publications worldwide, including; Aesthetica Magazine, The Edinburgh Review, Crossways, North West Words and FourxFour and The New Critique I. In 2019 he won second prize in The Aurora Prize for Writing
Joni
Her voice gets Inside you like a scalpel, She has no sky Into which her songs Cannot reach, Her words are A litany for the lonely, Freed now to rise, From clothes left on A far away beach.
Maria is an international adoptee from Brazil that has called Michigan home since a baby. She holds a BFA in Creative Writing from Eastern Michigan University. An artist and poet, Maria’s latest poetry has recently been published or is forthcoming in Anti-Heroin Chic, SIAMB!, Strange Horizons, Breadfruit Mag, Feral: A Journal of Poetry And Art,& elsewhere. Maria’s first chapbook will be published by Ethel Zine’s Micro Press in December ‘23. Maria is an “It List” Writer for Detroitisit.com https://detroitisit.com. Socials IG: @Maria_Kornacki https://www.instagram.com/mar_kor12/ and @mariamakes_faces https://www.instagram.com/mariamakes_faces/ Twitter: @MRKornacki
an erasure handmade from a page of Bluets by Maggie Nelson
a framed collage closeup of Joni Mitchell
One of the simplest, but most enjoyable aspects of having a book published, is seeing it out in the world. I have no idea where every copy has gone, but I do know from photographs shared by readers, that so far some have sat on Dylan Thomas’ hedge, adorned barrels of Zinfandel in San Francisco, been used for Mother’s Day readings in Melbourne and been shined on by sunflowers in Ireland. Copies have also reached Rhode Island, Dublin, Naples, Swansea, Bristol, Harlow, Leicester, Edinburgh, Clevedon and many other parts of the UK.
There’s a selection of shots people have shared below. I’m now also the proud owner of a framed print of the cover, thanks to my boys and their Mum.
The book has been covered in a few features and interviews on blogs, local press and poetry sites. Here are a few those that have been published so far:
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Bio: Diane Funston writes poetry of nature and human nature. She co-founded a women’s poetry salon in San Diego, created a weekly poetry gathering in the high desert town of Tehachapi, CA and most recently has been the Yuba-Sutter Arts and Culture Poet-in-Residence for the past two years. It is in this role she created Poetry Square, a monthly online venue that features poets from all the world reading their work and discussing creative process.
Diane has been published in Synkronicity, California Quarterly, Whirlwind, San Diego Poetry Annual, Summation, Tule Review, Lake Affect Magazine, and other literary journals. Her first chapbook, “Over the Falls” was published this July 2022 from Foothills Publishing.
Diane is also a visual artist in mosaic, wool felting, and collage. Her pieces have been in galleries in the Sacramento Valley.
The Visitors There is a knock on my door, most unexpectedly, in a well- deserved moment…
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Bio: Tolu Ogunlesi is a Nigerian journalist, poet, photographer, fiction writer, and blogger. Ogunlesi was appointed to the role of special assistant on digital/new media by President Muhammadu Buhari on 18 February 2016.
Ariadne, Slipping : An Ode
To princesses whose crowns
constellate.
To Iustitia, sans scale
or blindfold.
To all the women
who make others famous.
To nymphs who stay awake
to blur lines
To witches who give
porridge to peasant girls.
To mothers who forget
the magic words.
To family trees full
of marbled matriarchs.
To choose between food
and freedom.
To be painted—
instead of sculpted.
To pose is to live
forever.
To lose balance is to learn
how not to find it.
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My name is Gordon Lewis, I am an artist/poet/photographer and musician based out of Colorado
Over the Edge
I’m wandering in the desert
Looking for a home
Not lost forever
Wherever I roam
There’s a million signs that lead to nowhere
And that’s just where I’ll start
Help me get to where I’m goin’
And in the end we must part
There’s an endless ravine of courage
And I need to take a sip
Get me on the journey
Take me on the trip
We’re nearing the end of the road
Gotta make a decision quick
Pulling ourselves up by our bootstraps
Hopefully that’ll do the trick
Art Unsung
Imagine all of the poems that went up in smoke think of the art erased and the instruments silenced Grasp the loss of creation the thought of unspoken prose the deafening of the Opera and the end of…
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Bio: Aaron Bowker – based in the United States is a super self-critical Virgo, walking a path between worlds while dabbling in art, photography, and poetry. Poems have been featured in Failed Haiku, Cold Moon Journal, The Wombwell Rainbow, and Heterodox Haiku Journal, with art and poetry featured in The Hooghly Review, The Wombwell Rainbow, and Black & White Haifa/Haisha.
Special thank you to Jerome Berglund for being my mentor and pushing me to limits otherwise unexplored.
thousands of beats creating the hum of music overwhelming waves blissfully drowning in music spring’s canvas splattered with a painter’s yellow brush worn out six string millions of stories to share that are out of tune Thank you for considering my art and poetry.
Bio. Myrtle Thomas lives in the USA and has been writing poetry for many years. She is retired from a large manufacturing company which gives her time to write her thoughts and emotions out. Myrtle has been published in issues of ” Otherwise Engaged A literature and Arts Journal ” and ” The Readers and Writers Magazine ” She has been a member of ALLpoetry.com for any years and enjoys reading poetry and sharing hers.
The Vintage Earthenware He comes to me like the sun rising like the moonlight on a starry night and in his earthen eyes I look at the stars how the sky crushes me at this moment! His hands recreate me with his touch I wander through each minute of life so very far I've fallen and my breath rises his dark skin meets my pale breast. How many times we've walked through - the dark…
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O’d to Prince
I guess I should have known by the way you Played so long Danced so long So Full On. Did the splits, gave your All to Funk gave Mojo More. Out James-ed James Brown sometimes. You, the best-dressed bees knees. Your band a team of best-dressed ass. More model Motown grooves revolve, evolve-ing. Echoes of Stax, a new Philly from Minneapolis. You sang so sweet, reached the high notes. Flew so high. I guess I should have known there would be pain. Eternal Sets you played — Sweet Love you made. Full On Times 9 lives, funk-cool Cat. Times. Eternal. Love Candle Creativity Burned Both Ends. No — all the way through And both ends. Damn! Love those Keys in ‘Girlfriend’, boyfriend. Love your Guitar ‘When Doves Cry’. That Tambourine in ‘Tambourine’. Your humour. Your timing. Your poise. That pause in ‘Kiss’. Love Your Voice Always Your…
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The Wombwell Rainbow 