JD6 KANE6 PB6 Cloud-break a shaft of sunlight streams in golden glory, cathedral-filling, dust mote-floating, touching the shadowed fields below with the echoing voices of infinity. In pale imitation, we scrawl our names in exhaust from screaming engines across the purity, scratch the coping of the sky with fingernails, until the white stuffing bursts, disperses, sea foam. -Jane Dougherty Bios and Links -Julian Day has a fine art background, which informs his photography practice. His aesthetic concerns for pattern, texture, asymmetric compositions, and light optics are influenced by his love of drawing and painting. His focus is currently centred mostly on the natural world and a special focus on water, clouds, birds, skylines and trees. -Gaynor Kane lives in Belfast, Northern Ireland, where she is a part-time creative, involved in the local arts scene. She writes poetry and is an amateur artist and photographer. In all her creative activities she is looking to capture moments that might otherwise be missed. Discover more at gaynorkane.com Twitter @gaynorkane Facebook @gaynorkanepoet Instagram @gaynorkanepoet -Jane Dougherty lives and works in southwest France. A Pushcart Prize nominee, her poems and stories have been published in magazines and journals including Ogham Stone, the Ekphrastic Review, Black Bough Poetry, ink sweat and tears, Gleam, Nightingale & Sparrow, Green Ink and Brilliant Flash Fiction. She blogs at https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/ Her poetry chapbooks, thicker than water and birds and other feathers were published in October and November 2020. .

“Slumber in this quiet burn that flickers away. As my peace suddenly arrives, so does my passion for a better world 🌎

-Arun Kapur

Bios and Links

-Arun Kapur

Enigmatic. Charismatic. Passionate. Arun Kapur is a Wolverhampton born and bred poet who aims to bring change to the world through his vision. He believes through us, the world shall find it’s voice x

Desecration

In the dry dark cracked open,
gold is mute, gemstones without fire,
air without breath.

The walls crawl
with picture-written magic,
in processions of silence.

Lamplight pierces the gloom
of rooms sealed in lead, beeswax
and the deep indifference of time,

where corpses, babies and a boy,
dried, gutted and embalmed, wrapped
and barded with amulets and prayers,

are still dead.

-Jane Dougherty

PB5

KANE5

JD5

A pause in the tempest

Blue immensity,
this wind-driven change,
this turning into the cold,

we must pass through,
almost a dream, sea-deep,
not death, not sleep.

We follow in the seals’ wake,
their rolling, tunnelling
passage, to the place

where the whispering of the sun
is the language of the moon,
the tongue of the planet.

-Jane Dougherty

Bios and Links

-Julian Day
has a fine art background, which informs his photography practice. His aesthetic concerns for pattern, texture, asymmetric compositions, and light optics are influenced by his love of drawing and painting. His focus is currently centred mostly on the natural world and a special focus on water, clouds, birds, skylines and trees. 

-Gaynor Kane

lives in Belfast, Northern Ireland, where she is a part-time creative, involved in the local arts scene. She writes poetry and is an amateur artist and photographer. In all her creative activities she is looking to capture moments that might otherwise be missed. Discover more at gaynorkane.com

Twitter @gaynorkane

Facebook @gaynorkanepoet

Instagram @gaynorkanepoet

-Jane Dougherty

lives and works in southwest France. A Pushcart Prize nominee, her poems and stories have been published in magazines and journals including Ogham Stone, the Ekphrastic Review, Black Bough Poetry, ink sweat and tears, Gleam, Nightingale & Sparrow, Green Ink and Brilliant Flash Fiction. She blogs at https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/ Her poetry chapbooks, thicker than water and birds and other feathers were published in October and November 2020.

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KANE4

JD4

PB4

Sky-birth (responding to all three images)

There are days when the sky sucks the life
from the earth, feeds on the stillness
the dry, the wet, the leafed and the stony,
draws all into the cloud-bloat above.

We crouch beneath the great presence,
longing for the rupture, the breaking of waters,
to birth a sea of tranquillity.

-Jane Dougherty

Bios and Links

-Julian Day
has a fine art background, which informs his photography practice. His aesthetic concerns for pattern, texture, asymmetric compositions, and light optics are influenced by his love of drawing and painting. His focus is currently centred mostly on the natural world and a special focus on water, clouds, birds, skylines and trees. 

-Gaynor Kane

lives in Belfast, Northern Ireland, where she is a part-time creative, involved in the local arts scene. She writes poetry and is an amateur artist and photographer. In all her creative activities she is looking to capture moments that might otherwise be missed. Discover more at gaynorkane.com

Twitter @gaynorkane

Facebook @gaynorkanepoet

Instagram @gaynorkanepoet

-Jane Dougherty

lives and works in southwest France. A Pushcart Prize nominee, her poems and stories have been published in magazines and journals including Ogham Stone, the Ekphrastic Review, Black Bough Poetry, ink sweat and tears, Gleam, Nightingale & Sparrow, Green Ink and Brilliant Flash Fiction. She blogs at https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/ Her poetry chapbooks, thicker than water and birds and other feathers were published in October and November 2020.

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