Jan 9th

Don’t Look Back

-Marcel Herms

Arrayed

-Kerfe Roig

-Christine O’Connor

Dactyloscopy (KR9)

You read my palm
like it’s a constellation
love and life lines forming
hunters and prey.
I am transparent against the stars
they see right through me
to them I can’t lie
about the void at my centre.

Thaw (CO9)

It was winter. There was a path
with mountains cut against the sky.
Snow snaked down the slope,
water gleamed between the reeds.
I remember a donkey, a low Inca sun.
But something happened there
part of the scene is missing.
When are you coming back?

The centre cannot hold (MH9)

After WB Yeats
as you spin, parts of you
fly off, splash dark on the snow
we hear a roar through
the storm as your vortex approaches
smashing everything that lies
in its path, gaining on us fast
as we stand, fixed on the sight
even while we know it is our last

-Hilary Otto

CO9

Collage II

Mountains, a lake, low hanging sun,
light-splashed road not taken.
He stands near the water’s edge,
exhales crystal breath.
I stand back, gazing upward,
my back to the fire, wondering.
Shall I cross the path through snowy beach
to join him, to find where diagonal axis
of warmth resolves in pale sky?

-Holly York

Fog of War (responding to all)

Wandering the fog of war
Night’s pitch, no moon or guiding star
Reality faint outlines in another dimension
Stumbling around, life in suspension

Got turned around in the trenches
Flashbacks the walls wrenches
The ground, mud mixed with blood
Torrential grief, fields flood

Dove down a foxhole
As dark demons walked their patrol
Wax in ears, not to hear the sound
Of sweet talking hellhounds

Dug a fortified position
Where to craft mental munitions
In the battle of mind
Never look back at what’s stalking behind

-©RedCat

Responding to all of today’s artwork. January 9, Day 3

Beckoning

After the bang that breaks the silence
of nonexistence, of before all-time–
a closed fist opens, letting out light
in a rush of song; sailing sirens, the stars
attract, beckoning us and what was becomes ever-after,

never looking back,

we seek the end of darkness, beyond horizons
and the silvered-humming of the moon—
finding patterns in vast arrays, finding ourselves there—
made of stars, caught by time–and
timeless.

-Merril D. Smith

Based on Arrayed (KR 9)

STIGMATA

Through the delicate hole in the hand held
open you see absolute sky, partial
and traversed by the patter of paint.

Size falters, who else will be there
for the transaction of the brush,
the wheat-web, and the common
work of stone care ?

-Godefroy Dronsart

Don’t Look Back – MC9

I can see you looking at me.
You don’t need eyes in order to see.
Your conscience will get you later tonight.
If you manage to sleep you’ll wake with a fright.

Face up to facts as you face up to life,
you know it’s not easy when you chance upon strife.
Fight off those flames that burn you inside,
No one with feelings gets an easy ride.

I know what you’ll do; with a face so sad.
You’ll bury it in your soul and that’s really bad.
Fighting forever to keep it compressed.
You’d best see the kwak. You’re totally depressed.

10,Ja,2021 for the nineth of.
-Alan Gary Smith, inspired by Paul Brookes and the painter Marcel Herms.

CO9

snow on the mountain
striding across the hard fields
winter sunshine

-Jim The Poet

KR9

reading your palm
drifting across the universe
of possibilities

-Jim The Poet

MH9

oh do forgive me
for i see trump imploding
at the midnight hour

-Jim The Poet

Unless I

want to be salt,
lose my loved ones
I will not look back
at the mountains,
the up and down sun.
the other path.

I will place my palm
on this ever diminished mountain,
pebble, soil, atomised history,
and climb.

-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.

Christine O'Connor

-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.

www.marcelherms.nl

www.uitgeverijpetrichor.nl

=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.

-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.

-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.   

-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

JLM Morton

is a poet. Her debut pamphlet Lake 32 is just out with Yew Tree Press. Other recent publications include pamphlets: Water and Stroud Poets Series 2, work in Poetry Birmingham Literary Journal, Emerge Literary Journal, Streetcake, Magma, Riggwelter, Poethead, Atrium and The Lake. She’s been invited to read / forced her way in to various poetry nights and festivals including Ledbury Poetry Festival and last year the Places of Poetry project made a beautiful film of her poem ‘Stroudwater Navigation.’ Featured by The Sunday Telegraph, JOLT, on BBC Upload and BBC Gloucestershire, Juliette was Poet in Residence at Waterland, a Cotswold Water Park lake, throughout 2020 and is cofounder of The Outposted Project. She also runs Dialect, a writer development network. In 2021 she’s Poet in Residence at Stroudwater Textile Trust. Between demands from her kids for high calorie snacks and wrenching another toy from the jaws of the dog, she writes – often while cooking. For more poems, soundscapes, artwork and info see: www.jlmmorton.com    

The Interview

1. When and why did you start writing poetry?

 I have always been an avid poetry reader and have played with poetry as a writer for a few years but it wasn’t until I had my second baby that I started writing poetry on a regular basis – I had become really frustrated trying to write long form prose and never getting enough time to finish anything. I had an agent, won a couple of prizes and was finishing my first novel but never to my satisfaction. Poetry fell perfectly into the cracks of my life as a mother and once I started writing poetry seriously sometime in late 2018 it was like a tap had been turned on … I never had that feeling of flow and pure joy when writing prose – poetry has become an addiction!

2. Who introduced you to poetry?

It was probably my grandfather who was a huge lover of poetry – his favourite poet was John Donne.

3. How aware are and were you of the dominating presence of older poets traditional and contemporary?

Yes, very aware of this. I studied English Literature at university through to PhD level and poetry was a thread running through all of that – I have been immersed in the Anglo American, African and Caribbean ‘canons’ and have had a special interest in the marginalised /silenced voices of women, black and minority ethnic and post-colonial writers. As a working poet now, I am really aware of a literati establishment which is quite often metropolitan / London-centric and the challenges and difficulties of being heard if you live outside of that and are not well connected to that particular ecosystem.

4. What is your daily writing routine?

I can’t say that I have a fixed writing route as I am juggling being a parent of two young children and having a day job alongside the poetry so I tend to write whenever I can. Often that means writing in my head when I go for a walk after the school run and before I start the dayjob (I’m a freelancer and lucky to have that flexibility) and then again later in the evening once the kids are in bed. I do write most days though – it’s a compulsion as much as anything. I’ve always got loads of ideas I want to get down on the page.

5. What subjects motivate you to write?

I’m interested in ecopoetics and poetry of place, how the starting point of a concrete object or environment can lead us to unheard stories and voices. I’m also really interested in power and narratives of race and gender, what gets legitimised as ‘appropriate’ subject matter for poetry and what doesn’t. I have a long-held fascination and history of working in gender and race studies – my PhD was on women’s whiteness and the literary imagination and for my dayjob now I am a gender and inclusion consultant, often working in humanitarian scenarios. These interests often feed into my work in oblique ways and shape the ways I see the world and write about it.

6. What is your work ethic?

 See 4. Above.

7. Whom of today’s writers do you admire the most and why?

There are a lot of writers I really admire – poets such as Roger Robinson, Katrina Naomi, Anthony Anaxagorou, Alice Willetts, Kim Moore all inspire me as people who live the writing life well and who are generous with their energy, time and advice to other writers. I have a lot of time for Naush Sabah and Suna Afshan who set up Poetry Birmingham Literary Journal – they’re the best kind of trouble makers: insightful, questioning, incisive, making us all squirm in our seats, and both very good poets to boot. There are also other poets like Aaron Kent and Colin Bancroft who do so much for the poetry community in terms of supporting and signposting and generally cheering everyone on in their own endeavours – I really value that kind of camaraderie. And then there are the poets that I adore and admire for their art and craft – these are the ones I read and return to time and again: Fiona Benson, Alice Oswald, Pascale Petite, Caroline Bird, Eavan Boland, Tishani Doshi, Natalie Diaz, Gillian Clarke, Kathleen Jamie, Paul Farley, Michael Simmonds Roberts, Helen Mort, Nick Laird, Robin Robertson, Lucille Clifton, Ada Limon, Jen Hadfield… I could go on… and on!

8. Why do you write, as opposed to doing anything else?

 It’s a compulsion for me – I often ask myself why I do it and I don’t have a definitive answer – it shifts over time. Sometimes its about telling a story, other times it might be about exploring or clarifying something in my mind. I ask a lot of questions in my poems – literally and metaphorically.  I also like making things and get a lot of satisfaction of ‘making’ a poem and finishing it.

9. What would you say to someone who asked you “How do you become a writer?”

 Don’t be afraid of the page. Read more than you write. Establish a daily practice.  

10. Tell me about the writing projects you have on at the moment.

My first pamphlet Lake 32 has just come out with Yew Tree Press. It’s the result of a year long residency at a lake in the Cotswold Water Park for which I wrote a poem a month. The pamphlet includes all those poems and more. In the gap between that and the next projects coming up I’ve been writing a few poems I’ve wanted to write for ages and haven’t had space to – ostensibly about mushrooms, larch trees and the Severn, but really about love and coercive control.

Coming up in 2021 and building on that pamphlet, I’ve been commissioned for a book called Living with Water (Manchester Uni Press) to walk and swim the River Churn, an ancient waterway that flows through the land where I grew up and eventually joins the Thames. I plan on doing that some time in spring and will write poetry in response to that, thinking about themes of native, invader, migrant.

I’ve also been appointed Poet in Residence for Stroudwater Textile Trust for 2021. I live in the Stroud valleys and throughout the C18th and C19th, broadcloth was a major export, fuelling the local economy, oiling the wheels of colonial expansion as a trade cloth and clothing the Redcoats that patrolled and enforced the rule of Empire. I’m fascinated by this history and will be exploring the legacy of broadcloth and globalisation past, present and future. There is still a single factory left in the valleys which makes the green cloth you’ll find on the billiard tables of Monte Carlo and the yellow coverings of tennis balls at Wimbledon.

You can follow my progress here: www.jlmmorton.com

In addition to my own work as a poet, I am involved in a couple of side projects. Last year I started The Outposted Project with my friend and artist-designer Susie Hetherington. This began in Lockdown #1 as an initiative bringing together thirty writers, artists, makers, performers and musicians from across the Five Valleys of Stroud, Gloucestershire to map our collective, creative responses to isolation using Ordnance Survey maps which we pin art to and send onwards to the next contributor. The project has since expanded to other areas of the UK involving more than sixty artists and has a call out for online contributions #virtuallyoutposted. Check us on the ‘gram for the latest: @theoutpostedproject

Last July I set up Dialect, a new inclusive platform for rural writers to develop their talent, connect with writing communities and access opportunities to share their work. Gloucestershire in particular is really under-served in terms of good quality opportunities to develop as a writer and Dialect is aiming to address that – Paper Nations kindly gave me some seed funding to get off the ground and my plan was just to support local writers but because of the pandemic and everything being online I’ve ended up working with writers from across the South West and Wales, as well as some interlopers from the East side and overseas!

Dialect speaks from the edges of things, celebrating the remote and the pastoral, the mountains and hills, the woods and the wilderness, the coasts and waterways, but also the small town and its suburbs, the retail parks, verges, dual carriageways, wastelands, lay-bys, scrapyards, agricultural spaces, derelict mills, industrial estates, motorway services, recycling centres, the spaces and voices in-between. Dialect launched quietly with an online Summer School of taster workshops. This was followed by a programme of workshops around Stroud Book Festival, regular feedback workshops and a Writer In Residence programme in partnership with Waterland which has just started. There’s a poetry course running from January – March and later in the year I’m hoping to launch a literary journal and podcast to showcase all the amazing rural writing talent if I can find the funding…

11. How did you decide on the order of the poems?

They are roughly chronological in terms of when they were written and set over the year long course of the residency

12. How important is form in your poetry? I am thinking of Hibernal Solstice, Soundscape, and Daughters.

Form is incredibly important in my work. Once I’ve had an idea for poem, finding the right form is often what comes next. What shape will the poem take? How will the music sound? What will make my lines do their work? Quite often I begin with a form – Hibernal Solstice for instance began as a poem in a sonnet series. The sonnet didn’t work for me, was too conventional to hold the idea of the poem which was about sound and music and the singing of a lake landscape – it was only later that I broke it up into it’s current form: units of sense blended together to give a sense of a journey, a soundscape. 

13. What is the importance of shamanic transformation into an animal or tree in your poetry?

It’s funny, I have never before considered it as ‘shamanic’ transformation but I do use objects and animals in my work to explore ideas or reflect current concerns. That kind of anthropomorphic world view is deeply embedded in my work. The white self-help magpie in Wingspan is based on an actual white magpie living at the lake but he embodies the concerns of people who go there, often those dealing with mental health issues including anxiety and grief. The black poplar tree in Courage articulates a sense of longing and resilience, written at the start of the first lockdown in 2020. 

14. “Sunday Service” and “Dip” convey wild swimming as a religious experience, a letting go of self. How do you feel about this?

I think wild swimming can be spiritual in so far as it is often a meditative experience which takes you into your body and environment and away from your conscious mind, especially in winter when the water is very cold. You can be nowhere else in that moment. 

I wouldn’t call it a religious experience as that implies some kind of organised belief system – pretty much the opposite of the wild freedom of swimming outdoors   

15. Noting that one of the most often used words in the collection is “wild”, what is it about wildness and untameability that fascinates you?

I think my fascination is to do with the politics of wildness – an interest in exploring wildness as set against civility and civilisation as a white patriarchal construct

16. Once they have read the book what do wish the reader to leave with?

A greater familiarity with the wonders of the Cotswold Water Park and understanding of the more local impacts of the climate emergency. I hope also that readers will have felt an emotional connection and found pleasure in reading. It’s so strange isn’t it, often we don’t start poems with a reader in mind but rather with an idea for ourselves to explore so to then try after the fact to determine what a reader might leave with feels like a stretch beyond the original intention. Of course, I hope people will connect with my work but that’s more of an afterthought than an original intention. Hope that makes sense.

January 8th

-Christine O’Connor

Der Tod ist ein Dandy auf einem Pferd,

-Marcel Herms

All The King’s Men

-Kerfe Roig

-Godefroy Dronsart

Collage

This riot of selected scraps–
is the meaning seen or hidden?
Orange, purple, blue displayed
against the cream or the paler
version of each element, same
shape but unmoored and flipped
to show its other side.

They cling together in softness,
sometimes suggest the familiar:
apples, flowers, bits of wedding gown,
a puff of cloud, a scarlet ribbon.
Squint your eyes and it’s a swirl
of dancing geishas pasted in
profusion on life’s canvas.

-Holly York

Kingdom of Karmic Weaving Fates (MH8)

Now, now! Dear soul!
I’ve done this countless times before.
I move between and between.
It wouldn’t do, to be forever seen.
I divert with the screech of an owl.
Even though, I pity souls killed by neglect and foul.
I don’t recommend staying as a ghost.
Even though together you would be a mighty host.
Now! Peek beneath my cowl!
Look into the void, and honk like a lost wildfowl.
My eyes are the portals.
Transporting all Bardo states mortals.
Handing you off at the gates.
Of the Kingdom of karmic weaving fates.

-©RedCat

All The King`s Men – KR8

What shall we do, Where shall we go ?
Aim for the top; faster, not slow,
Poli-ti-cally, Finan-ci-ally,
let`s get to the top; our place to be.

Nice place to be so sod them all.
Really don`t care. We will not fall.
Steady the ladder, it`s not feeling good.
Get some insurance ! We`ll fall with a thud.

Funds have run out, income is nil.
This is rotten, making us ill.
Falling to pieces. You leaving me.
It sure isn`t all it`s cracked up to be.

9,Ja,2021 for the eighth of.
-Alan Gary Smith, inspired by Humpy Dumpty, Paul Brookes and the painter Kiroji Roige.

CO8
Burst

It might swell with liquid, it might hurt
or it might strain until the structure
of colour is visible, blues becoming more
transparent in streaks until it’s gone.
It might carry the sound of sudden happiness
from beyond the closed door of another home.
It might explode from a fist of gas in the dark,
or it might be otherwise: opening doors
in a green wall, tearing through debris,
the thrill of unexpected blooms.

All the king’s men (KR8)

I saw his look of surprise
and heard the scrape of the sword.
His beard was curly, he was an old man.
Blood collected in the curls, gathering
and seeping, gathering and seeping.
I wiped the sword and sheathed it.
The memory escaped.

MH8

A beast grumbles past,
something seated on its back.
A dog raises its head.
Turns and runs.

-Hilary Otto

Responding to Der Tod ist ein Dandy auf einem Pferd, MH8
And CO 8

Death Blooms

Death wanders and hovers–
in plagues, pounces; with demagogues
and flag-waving fools, dives. He prances
through porticos, and capers in life’s collage—
see there, the dark spaces among the blooms?

Some toss fireworks,
others lay flowers–
the dead stay dead.

-Merril D Smith

KR 8 (king’s men)

beautiful rips
this paper horse of troy
at the headwaters

-Jim The Poet

CO 8

sewing basket a
growing realisation
of the collidascope

-Jim The Poet

MH 8

the asses welcome
there is room in the manger
once again

-Jim The Poet

Death Is

a dandy on all the king’s horses,
and all the king’s men can’t embroider
your colours back to life
but let the loose threads unspool
the yolk spill out your broken shell.

-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.

Christine O'Connor

-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.

www.marcelherms.nl

www.uitgeverijpetrichor.nl

=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.   

-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

Available soon on Amazon.