January 12th
=Christine O’Connor
-Kerfe Roig “Blue Whale”
-Marcel Herms “Het leven van een groot zondaar”
CO 12
A Rainbow Waiting
What dost thou hope to find in the bosom of the sea
innocent souls seeking food in cool deeps, a single
line holding tight for life, lest it slip by with the pull,
grasp the rod with faith, and courage never to submit,
strong may be the forceful wind, threatening clouds
above, but a rainbow waiting behind unseen unknown.
Blue Whale
KR 12
Jail hours thirty six
mistake forgiven, freedom
a blessing divine.
MH 12
Fangs , snake, deception,
heaven lost, world chaotic
bloodshed, evil takes over.
-Anjum Wasim Dar
WHALE (After Blue Whale)
and O the lyrical body simple, deep
gliding curve of the mouth the eye
and the superimposed rise
of two opposite hills before
there were hills, wet
with the first of the first of the first
of the first of songs.
-Godefroy Dronsart
KR12
Blue Whale
Watercolor the color of water
the color of sky. Smiling, transparent,
partially submerged creature
needs both sea and air. Leviathan
coughed Jonah up then swam
through a pool of azure ink.
No Moby Dick here because
in watercolor whiteness is absence.
-Holly York
Blue Whale KR12
Inside a hangar of bone: your myth.
Your ribs raise an echoing vault,
your belly sets the stage for a tale.
All force and streamlined muscle,
your shadow patrols the submerged.
Your throat bears the pleats you save
for the scoop of your floating sieve.
How can we count the ocean
you contain in your bloated mouth
when it balloons to fit your bite?
For a time, your blubbery hide
was a paper lantern lit by its own fat,
and we burned it low. But you swam
your teardrop path to deep places
we couldn’t find, and there you blow.
-Hilary Otto
MH12
they let out the demon
by speaking falsehoods
bearing arms it roared
out of the cave and into the city
dragging a noose behind
in which jerked its old face
of respectability
until it became mute
-Hilary Otto
CO12
The reception round here is pretty bad
and my battery is getting low.
We’re deploying the camera now;
see what it can show.
Sorry ? No, rod isn’t a guy.
It’s a fishing rod with a minicam submersibubble.
What ? No, a submersible.
We shouldn’t be talking, I’ll get into trouble.
We’re looking for a body,
but our technique is a bit shoddy.
If we can’t see through this ice-cream
we’ll have to call the diving team.
I should be back for teatime, it’s too cold out here.
I’ll call in for a pizza and maybe get a beer.
10,Ja.2021 for the 12th of.
-Alan Gary Smith, inspired by Paul Brookes and painter Chris O`Connor.
KR12
song of the deep sea
booming in distant blues
why am i crying
-Jim The Poet
MH12
rage in the playground
a friend dowsing the flames
of his hidden pain
-Jim The Poet
Songs of the Sea
The piston shrimps load snap
The stingrays electric zap
Such wonders beneath the sea
Wonders that will die out before all are seen
Morenas in their holes
Fish dancing in big shoals
Who will translate their song
When the great whales are all gone
Corals in every rainbow bow hue
Flatfish waiting patiently for its due
Who will care about dolphin chatter
When money and power is all that matters
Shellfish doing the cleanup
Fluorescent yellow fish to sun up
From the sea came alive to this lands
Now it’s dying by humanity’s hands
Deep Sea creatures with their own light
Stingrays looking like flying kites
We have forgotten the seas bountiful gifts
How the Songs of the Sea our souls uplift
-©RedCat
A response to all three works of art.
Does What Happened by the Lake Stay There?
There we gathered
wishing for fish,
fishing for wishes
this is—
a dream, I say.
Here by this winter lake,
three versions all of me–
each facing in a different direction,
future, past, and present
in the distance, cradling,
hills indistinct, the haze surround us,
Am I awake or asleep? I see a huge blue tail.
How can this be? A whale.
Is this omen or vision, for the sinner that is me?
I feel sharp wolf claws upon my back,
and when I wake, I see their tracks.
-Merril D Smith
Bios And Links
-Kerfe Roig
A resident of New York City, Kerfe Roig enjoys transforming words and images into something new. Her poetry and art have been featured online by Right Hand Pointing, Silver Birch Press, Yellow Chair Review, The song is…, Pure Haiku, Visual Verse, The Light Ekphrastic, Scribe Base, The Zen Space, and The Wild Word, and published in Ella@100, Incandescent Mind, Pea River Journal, Fiction International: Fool, Noctua Review, The Raw Art Review, and several Nature Inspired anthologies. Follow her explorations on her blogs, https://methodtwomadness.wordpress.com/ (which she does with her friend Nina), and https://kblog.blog/, and see more of her work on her website http://kerferoig.com/
-Christine O’Connor
is an artist working in glass, metal, fibre and paint. Sometimes her work is based on photographs, but more often, she creates in the moment. She loves to play with texture and colour.
-Marcel Herms
is a Dutch visual artist. He is also one of the two men behind the publishing house Petrichor. Freedom is very important in the visual work of Marcel Herms. In his paintings he can express who he really is in complete freedom. Without the social barriers of everyday life.
There is a strong relationship with music. Like music, Herms’ art is about autonomy, freedom, passion, color and rhythm. You can hear the rhythm of the colors, the rhythm of the brushstrokes, the raging cry of the pencil, the subtle melody of a collage. The figures in his paintings rotate around you in shock, they are heavily abstracted, making it unclear what they are doing. Sometimes they look like people, monsters, children or animals, or something in between. Sometimes they disappear to be replaced immediately or to take on a different guise. The paintings invite the viewer to join this journey. Free-spirited.
He collaborates with many different authors, poets, visual artists and audio artists from around the world and his work is published by many different publishers.
=Redcat
RedCat’s love for music and dance sings clearly in The Poet’s Symphony (Raw Earth Ink, 2020). Passion for rhythms and rhymes, syllabic feets and metres. All born out of childhood and adolescence spent reading, singing, dancing and acting.
Her writing spans love, life, mythology, environment, depression and surviving trauma.
Originally from the deep woods, this fiery redhead now makes home in Stockholm, Sweden, where you might normally run into her dancing the night away in one of the city’s techno clubs.
Read more at redcat.wordpress.com
-Merril D Smith
is a historian and poet. She lives in southern New Jersey, where she is inspired by her walks along the Delaware River. She’s the author of several books on history, gender, and sexuality. Her poetry has been published in journals and anthologies, including Black Bough Poetry, Nightingale and Sparrow, Anti-Heroin Chic, and Fevers of the Mind.
-Godefroy Dronsart
is a writer, teacher, and musician currently residing near Paris. His poetry has appeared in Lunar Poetry, PostBLANK, Paris Lit Up, The Belleville Park Pages, and Twin Pies Literary among others. His first chapbook, “The Manual” (Sweat Drenched Press, 2020), explores the space between poetry, prose, and gamebooks. He has a sweet tooth for all things experimental, modernist, and strange. Follow him on Twitter and his Bandcamp for electronic explorations.
-Joy Fleming
Born in County Down, Joy has studied, mothered and worked in Scotland since 1980. Brief excursions to follow her heart, back to NI mid-1990’s and England for first round Covid-lockdown ’19, Joy is currently back living in Glasgow. Joy’s first poem was accepted as part of the C. S. Lewis themed Poetry Jukebox curation A Deeper Country in Belfast in 2019. This poem, Ricochet was published in The Poets’ Republic Issue 8 Autumn 2020. A love of reading poetry is now accompanied by sporadic writing of poetic lines which spill out as an apparent by-product of processing dark and sorrowful days.
-Holly York
lives in Atlanta, Georgia with her two large, frightening lapdogs. A PhD in French language and literature, she has retired from teaching French to university students, as well as from fierce competition in martial arts and distance running. She has produced the chapbooks Backwards Through the Rekroy Wen, Scapes, and Postcard Poetry 2020. When she isn’t hard at work writing poems in English, she might be found reading them in French to her long-suffering grandchildren, who don’t yet speak French.
-Alan Gary Smith
A Lincolnshire Ludensian living in Grimsby who built up his poetic stance after visiting Doncaster and Mexborough during his real ale and comedic music searches. Surprised to find a recent DNA check leaned heavily towards being a strong mix of Scottish, East Yorkshire and Lincolnshire. A sixty year old baldy who loves Julie, astronomy and chocolate; after giving up on football and telly.
-Hilary Otto
is an English poet based in Barcelona. Her work has featured in Popshot, Black Bough Poetry, AIOTB, Ink, Sweat and Tears, and The Blue Nib, among other publications. She received her first Pushcart Prize Nomination and performed at the Cheltenham Poetry Festival. She tweets at @hilaryotto
-Jim young
is an old poet living in Mumbles on The Gower. He does most of his writing from his beach hut at Rotherslade – still waiting for the blue plaque
Anjum Wasim Dar was born in Srinagar (Indian Occupied )Kashmir, She is a migrant Pakistani.Educated at
St Anne’s Presentation Convent Rawalpindi she has a Masters degree in English Literature and History (
Ancient Indo-Pak Elective) CPE Cert.of Proficiency in English from Cambridge
UK. , a Diploma in TEFL from AIOU Open Uni. Islamabad Pakistan. She has been writing poems,
articles and stories since 1980.A published poet Anjum was awarded Poet of Merit Bronze Medal in 2000 by ISP International Society of Poets and poetry.com USA .
She has worked as Creative Writer at Channel 7 Adv. Company Islamabad, and as a Teacher Educator for Fauji Foundation Education Network Inservice Teachers
Educational Consultant by Profession.
Author of 3 Adventure Novels (Series) Fiction..
The January sun is slow to rise
she shakes her flaxen head,
then dabs a bit of light—
there some color, bright
against grey, wheat, white,
the silvered-lawn sparkles–behold!
What’s to come? Black crow calls—more cold–
before summer blooms in colors bold.
A quadrille for dVerse, where De asks us to use some form of the word dab.
This is Day 5 of Paul Brookes’s Special January Ekphrastic Challenge. I misread Kerfe’s title as Beneath Cloud Wings, but that’s what they look like to me. 😀
Beneath Cloud Wings
Some hearts shatter–
their fragile shells swift-scatter
in the wind,
where owl-scoped and scooped,
the bleeding shards
are nested and guarded beneath cloud wings
to be reformed. Then re-hatched,
they flutter and fly,
soaring—knowing they may crash and crack again.
January 11th
-Kerfe Roig “Cloud Winds”
-Marcel Herms “Het Leven Een Groot Zondaar
-Christine O’Connor
Moon rise (CO11)
The moon rises over the red earth
red lips, red pleats, red stains.
It sheds a light on pattern and relief,
on stitch and pause. Now we can see
the gashes where the bark has split,
the raised details of repetition.
We can find the holes, and patch them.
-Hilary Otto
The life of a great sinner (MH11)
Even his pink shadow is trampled
by a great force riding over him
proclaiming that the truth is here.
His real face is concealed
behind a mask of grand ideas;
beneath a demeanour of certainty.
Pick up the words he dropped
during his advance and lob them
back, they will not burn your mouth.
-Hilary Otto
The challenge (KR11 )
The gap is too far to jump
a deep blue cut below the cliffs
not even the trees have made it
to the other side, barren and brown.
But the challenge is why I am here
I channel Philippe Petit
strung between twin towers
on a highwire, and fling my hook.
-Hilary Otto
JUXTAPOETICS
red
crush
shape
spread
line
horn
ink
point
wall
yes
urn
lime
curve
country
seed
prime
-Godefroy Dronsart
An Ocean
sails on the Roger Jolly
that lives on Captain Hook
and Smee. The crocodile is swallowed
by the clock who has had a hand
bitten off replaced by a hook.
Pan Peter teaches Wendy to walk,
a miracle as all fly all over the world.
She is not used to her heels
and toes touching earth.
The ocean and island of the Found Boys
live in the crocodiles stomach.
All live in the clock.
-Paul Brookes
KR 11
It must be the Bermuda
Triangle: the most coveted instrument
in the kindergarten rhythm band,
its silver isosceles chime was struck at just
the right time. Pythagoras had a lot to say
about them and their squared sides. Some
are romantic but there’s no fire here between
the female in blue and the male in green.
Earth wind and water join at the center, vortex
of calm. Inverted delta keeps their secrets.
-Holly York
Responding to Beneath Cloud Wings (KR) and CO11
Beneath Cloud Wings
Some hearts shatter–
their fragile shells swift-scatter
in the wind,
where owl-scoped and scooped,
the bleeding shards
are nested and guarded beneath cloud wings
to be reformed. Then re-hatched,
they flutter and fly,
soaring—knowing they may crash and crack again.
-Merril D Smith
Beneath Cloud Winds – KR11
Stop right where you are.
There is no beach down there
and you`re certainly not going to climb upon me.
Aren`t you the specimen that called me Elephant Rock ?
I shall take that as a compliment.
I hope it wasn`t derogat`ry.
I don`t want to hear your mopes.
I have been here millions of years before your kind.
I was here before the sea; licking away at me.
There was none of this greenery.
You can`t imagine that can you (?)
Glaciers have tried to break me
but they just fled by.
Your acid rains are mild to what the volcanoes threw at me.
I`ve known heat that would burn you to a cinder
and cold that prevented you from sprouting.
The sky was so much brighter before the stars moved away.
Anyhow, I`m Orme. What`s your name ?
Where have you gone ?
Strange, that…
the dinosaur didn`t hang around either.
8,Ja,2021 for the eleventh of.
-Alan Gary Smith, inspired by Paul Brookes and the painter Kiroji Roige.
MH11
lampooning
the drawing of the genie
child’s play
-Jim The Poet
KR11
summer in sunshine
rolling down to the seaside
anticipation
-Jim The Poet
Colours Beneath the Sky
Colours beneath the sky
In pale blue swallows fly
Sparkling mischievous eyes
Hawks soar with white wisps
The salty blue calm, no ships
Smiling strawberry red lips
Pink stars scatter the ground
Fragrant green all around
Sweet summer love found
To lay on heath is soft
Wind caresses, then is lost
Touch on skin lifts joy aloft
Blushing on milkwaite as she lay bare
Alluring like the day is fair
Dream that she would ever dare
-©RedCat
Bios And Links
-Kerfe Roig
A resident of New York City, Kerfe Roig enjoys transforming words and images into something new. Her poetry and art have been featured online by Right Hand Pointing, Silver Birch Press, Yellow Chair Review, The song is…, Pure Haiku, Visual Verse, The Light Ekphrastic, Scribe Base, The Zen Space, and The Wild Word, and published in Ella@100, Incandescent Mind, Pea River Journal, Fiction International: Fool, Noctua Review, The Raw Art Review, and several Nature Inspired anthologies. Follow her explorations on her blogs, https://methodtwomadness.wordpress.com/ (which she does with her friend Nina), and https://kblog.blog/, and see more of her work on her website http://kerferoig.com/
-Christine O’Connor
is an artist working in glass, metal, fibre and paint. Sometimes her work is based on photographs, but more often, she creates in the moment. She loves to play with texture and colour.
-Marcel Herms
is a Dutch visual artist. He is also one of the two men behind the publishing house Petrichor. Freedom is very important in the visual work of Marcel Herms. In his paintings he can express who he really is in complete freedom. Without the social barriers of everyday life.
There is a strong relationship with music. Like music, Herms’ art is about autonomy, freedom, passion, color and rhythm. You can hear the rhythm of the colors, the rhythm of the brushstrokes, the raging cry of the pencil, the subtle melody of a collage. The figures in his paintings rotate around you in shock, they are heavily abstracted, making it unclear what they are doing. Sometimes they look like people, monsters, children or animals, or something in between. Sometimes they disappear to be replaced immediately or to take on a different guise. The paintings invite the viewer to join this journey. Free-spirited.
He collaborates with many different authors, poets, visual artists and audio artists from around the world and his work is published by many different publishers.
=Redcat
RedCat’s love for music and dance sings clearly in The Poet’s Symphony (Raw Earth Ink, 2020). Passion for rhythms and rhymes, syllabic feets and metres. All born out of childhood and adolescence spent reading, singing, dancing and acting.
Her writing spans love, life, mythology, environment, depression and surviving trauma.
Originally from the deep woods, this fiery redhead now makes home in Stockholm, Sweden, where you might normally run into her dancing the night away in one of the city’s techno clubs.
Read more at redcat.wordpress.com
-Merril D Smith
is a historian and poet. She lives in southern New Jersey, where she is inspired by her walks along the Delaware River. She’s the author of several books on history, gender, and sexuality. Her poetry has been published in journals and anthologies, including Black Bough Poetry, Nightingale and Sparrow, Anti-Heroin Chic, and Fevers of the Mind.
-Godefroy Dronsart
is a writer, teacher, and musician currently residing near Paris. His poetry has appeared in Lunar Poetry, PostBLANK, Paris Lit Up, The Belleville Park Pages, and Twin Pies Literary among others. His first chapbook, “The Manual” (Sweat Drenched Press, 2020), explores the space between poetry, prose, and gamebooks. He has a sweet tooth for all things experimental, modernist, and strange. Follow him on Twitter and his Bandcamp for electronic explorations.
-Joy Fleming
Born in County Down, Joy has studied, mothered and worked in Scotland since 1980. Brief excursions to follow her heart, back to NI mid-1990’s and England for first round Covid-lockdown ’19, Joy is currently back living in Glasgow. Joy’s first poem was accepted as part of the C. S. Lewis themed Poetry Jukebox curation A Deeper Country in Belfast in 2019. This poem, Ricochet was published in The Poets’ Republic Issue 8 Autumn 2020. A love of reading poetry is now accompanied by sporadic writing of poetic lines which spill out as an apparent by-product of processing dark and sorrowful days.
-Holly York
lives in Atlanta, Georgia with her two large, frightening lapdogs. A PhD in French language and literature, she has retired from teaching French to university students, as well as from fierce competition in martial arts and distance running. She has produced the chapbooks Backwards Through the Rekroy Wen, Scapes, and Postcard Poetry 2020. When she isn’t hard at work writing poems in English, she might be found reading them in French to her long-suffering grandchildren, who don’t yet speak French.
-Alan Gary Smith
A Lincolnshire Ludensian living in Grimsby who built up his poetic stance after visiting Doncaster and Mexborough during his real ale and comedic music searches. Surprised to find a recent DNA check leaned heavily towards being a strong mix of Scottish, East Yorkshire and Lincolnshire. A sixty year old baldy who loves Julie, astronomy and chocolate; after giving up on football and telly.
-Hilary Otto
is an English poet based in Barcelona. Her work has featured in Popshot, Black Bough Poetry, AIOTB, Ink, Sweat and Tears, and The Blue Nib, among other publications. She received her first Pushcart Prize Nomination and performed at the Cheltenham Poetry Festival. She tweets at @hilaryotto
-Jim young
is an old poet living in Mumbles on The Gower. He does most of his writing from his beach hut at Rotherslade – still waiting for the blue plaque
This ride will turn you round
Spin you round and roundTwist this way and that way
Confuse up and down until you swayLike a reed in wind
As branches twinned in whirlwindStormy chaos reign
Soul drains as hot tears rainThe trip will demand red blood shed
Til the scythe severs your thread©RedCat
To read the other poems for today go to Wombwell Rainbow.
How has it been months since I’ve blogged?
I didn’t mean to leave it so long!
It’s just, well…WE FINALLY MOVED HOUSE! Yes, we did it! Honestly we got to a point where we thought our new house was a figment of our imaginations, because it just wasn’t happening. I was so convinced that even if it did happen, something awful would go wrong. But it didn’t; it went smoothly in fact. Both Mike and I adore our new house and honestly couldn’t be happier.
Obviously it’s been tough getting it sorted with the covid situation and being plunged into yet another lockdown , but I’ve managed to sort painters for our living room/dining room/sitting area (it’s a massive area) and I even painted my own bedroom (and roped Mike in to help me). I’ve sourced some amazing retro pieces (which you can see on my…
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For Paul Brookes’ Special January Ekphrastic Challenge, Day 4, I’ve responded to all three pieces of art.
-Marcel Herms “Heel het leven is een storm en een chaos der ziel”
Reborn
Ominous clouds gather—
shadows obscure the light,
leaving the world
a tangle of black and blue aches
And after the storm,
amidst the chaos,
the rebuilding begins—
we soar joyfully, reborn amongst flowers,
in colors never before seen.
January 10th
-Christine O’Connor
-Kerfe Roig “Avatar”
-Marcel Herms “Heel het leven is een storm en een chaos der ziel”
KR10
rift valley
from here in outer space
the ancient of times
-Jim The Poet
MH10
the language of ink
is changing my impressions
who are you really
-Jim The Poet
CO10
standing ovation
the grandstand explodes
a gold medal
-Jim The Poet
Storm and chaos of the soul (MH10)
In these times
when I feel the burden
of all that it means to be alive
and my face becomes the face
of another
I turn myself inside out
on the page, inks raging
until the face I have become
looks back at me and I am
myself once more
-Hilary Otto
Galaxy under the microscope (Avatar KR10)
Look what happens from small beginnings.
Microorganisms swim across the galaxy
cloning themselves to make the future.
Gases swirl in clouds of colour
across this textured sky. If we zoom in
far enough, we are just atoms and hot air.
Zooming out, we can make ourselves disappear.
-Hilary Otto
Identifit (CO10)
You’d better believe she is taking it further
than a beauty filter. Adding layers one by one,
she has almost covered the original.
Bit by bit she hides herself; creates
a new identity. Some of it will wash off
or peel away, some of it will stick.
It is too early to tell how this will end,
we will just have to wait. We will have
to trust her; she knows who she really is.
-Hilary Otto
KR10
Spill
Oil rainbow on wet pavement
ruffled with rickrack cracks.
Swimming sperm
or drowning worms?
Nebulous reflections
-Holly York
Ride, Trip, Life (MH10)
This ride will turn you round
Spin you round and round
Twist this way and that way
Confuse up and down until you sway
Like a reed in wind
As branches twinned in whirlwind
Stormy chaos reign
Soul drains as hot tears rain
The trip will demand red blood shed
Til the scythe severs your thread
-©RedCat
MH10
Hypoxic, gasping
Confused chaos everywhere
Fallen are falling.
-Anjum Wasim Dar
Heel het leven is een storm en een chaos der ziel in English – MH10
Will you put those shoes over there please.
You`re such a ruddy tease.
If I fall over them I`ll give you a fistful of five.
If your dad gets hold of you you`ll wish you weren`t alive.
You know how awful it was when he grabbed you under the chin
when you left the cabinet door open and dropped his favourite gin.
PUT THEM UNDER THE STAIRS.
No wonder your father swears.
Can`t you see where I`m pointing ? I`m pulling my hair out.
Right ! Get to bed before I give you a clout.
9,Ja,2021 for the tenth of.
Alan Gary Smith, inspired by Paul Brookes and the painter Marcel Herms. (and all chaotic mothers who love their kids really.)
-Alan Gary Smith
Day 4, January 10 Responding to all three images
Avator, KR10
Heel het leven. . .MC10
CO10
Reborn
Ominous clouds gather—
shadows obscure the light,
leaving the world
a tangle of black and blue aches
And after the storm,
amidst the chaos,
the rebuilding begins—
we soar joyfully, reborn amongst flowers,
in colors never before seen.
-Merril D Smith
DUNGEON MAP (after CO10)
through the chasm of rock-sky into
the amber funnel from blue to yellow
this ends in one of two ways : find
the hoof-dancer in their bubble or
succumb to the deeper voice
and its signature growl :
“GROTTO ! GROTTO !”
-Godefroy Dronsart
No Storm
and chaos of breath,
breathless happen random
and pattern maker brain
makes faces appear out
of splashed paint,
placed cloth, makes blue
skies and grey pitted mountainsides.
-Paul Brookes
Bios And Links
-Kerfe Roig
A resident of New York City, Kerfe Roig enjoys transforming words and images into something new. Her poetry and art have been featured online by Right Hand Pointing, Silver Birch Press, Yellow Chair Review, The song is…, Pure Haiku, Visual Verse, The Light Ekphrastic, Scribe Base, The Zen Space, and The Wild Word, and published in Ella@100, Incandescent Mind, Pea River Journal, Fiction International: Fool, Noctua Review, The Raw Art Review, and several Nature Inspired anthologies. Follow her explorations on her blogs, https://methodtwomadness.wordpress.com/ (which she does with her friend Nina), and https://kblog.blog/, and see more of her work on her website http://kerferoig.com/
-Christine O’Connor
is an artist working in glass, metal, fibre and paint. Sometimes her work is based on photographs, but more often, she creates in the moment. She loves to play with texture and colour.
-Marcel Herms
is a Dutch visual artist. He is also one of the two men behind the publishing house Petrichor. Freedom is very important in the visual work of Marcel Herms. In his paintings he can express who he really is in complete freedom. Without the social barriers of everyday life.
There is a strong relationship with music. Like music, Herms’ art is about autonomy, freedom, passion, color and rhythm. You can hear the rhythm of the colors, the rhythm of the brushstrokes, the raging cry of the pencil, the subtle melody of a collage. The figures in his paintings rotate around you in shock, they are heavily abstracted, making it unclear what they are doing. Sometimes they look like people, monsters, children or animals, or something in between. Sometimes they disappear to be replaced immediately or to take on a different guise. The paintings invite the viewer to join this journey. Free-spirited.
He collaborates with many different authors, poets, visual artists and audio artists from around the world and his work is published by many different publishers.
=Redcat
RedCat’s love for music and dance sings clearly in The Poet’s Symphony (Raw Earth Ink, 2020). Passion for rhythms and rhymes, syllabic feets and metres. All born out of childhood and adolescence spent reading, singing, dancing and acting.
Her writing spans love, life, mythology, environment, depression and surviving trauma.
Originally from the deep woods, this fiery redhead now makes home in Stockholm, Sweden, where you might normally run into her dancing the night away in one of the city’s techno clubs.
Read more at redcat.wordpress.com
-Merril D Smith
is a historian and poet. She lives in southern New Jersey, where she is inspired by her walks along the Delaware River. She’s the author of several books on history, gender, and sexuality. Her poetry has been published in journals and anthologies, including Black Bough Poetry, Nightingale and Sparrow, Anti-Heroin Chic, and Fevers of the Mind.
-Godefroy Dronsart
is a writer, teacher, and musician currently residing near Paris. His poetry has appeared in Lunar Poetry, PostBLANK, Paris Lit Up, The Belleville Park Pages, and Twin Pies Literary among others. His first chapbook, “The Manual” (Sweat Drenched Press, 2020), explores the space between poetry, prose, and gamebooks. He has a sweet tooth for all things experimental, modernist, and strange. Follow him on Twitter and his Bandcamp for electronic explorations.
-Joy Fleming
Born in County Down, Joy has studied, mothered and worked in Scotland since 1980. Brief excursions to follow her heart, back to NI mid-1990’s and England for first round Covid-lockdown ’19, Joy is currently back living in Glasgow. Joy’s first poem was accepted as part of the C. S. Lewis themed Poetry Jukebox curation A Deeper Country in Belfast in 2019. This poem, Ricochet was published in The Poets’ Republic Issue 8 Autumn 2020. A love of reading poetry is now accompanied by sporadic writing of poetic lines which spill out as an apparent by-product of processing dark and sorrowful days.
-Holly York
lives in Atlanta, Georgia with her two large, frightening lapdogs. A PhD in French language and literature, she has retired from teaching French to university students, as well as from fierce competition in martial arts and distance running. She has produced the chapbooks Backwards Through the Rekroy Wen, Scapes, and Postcard Poetry 2020. When she isn’t hard at work writing poems in English, she might be found reading them in French to her long-suffering grandchildren, who don’t yet speak French.
-Hilary Otto
is an English poet based in Barcelona. Her work has featured in Popshot, Black Bough Poetry, AIOTB, Ink, Sweat and Tears, and The Blue Nib, among other publications. She received her first Pushcart Prize Nomination and performed at the Cheltenham Poetry Festival. She tweets at @hilaryotto
-Jim young
is an old poet living in Mumbles on The Gower. He does most of his writing from his beach hut at Rotherslade – still waiting for the blue plaque
The Wombwell Rainbow 