Monday, 1 August 2016

Sister Publication to Poetry Life & Times

Issue of August 2016

BOY DOWN THE WELL.
A Poem by John Grey.


They say there was a boy who fell into the well years ago
and his body is still down there.
I was told to stay away,
as if his ghost would coax me into his dark bottomless world.
People even gave him a name – Hector.
And he’d be in my dreams, tiny and pale-faced,
dressed in a blue and white sailor’s suit,
begging me to come out and play.
A parent’s warnings were powerful medicines
but they didn’t work so well in the head.
Here was the danger that stalked innocents –
not the boogie man, not the pedophile cruising
the suburban streets, but reflections of our own selves –
curious and ignorant, edging too close to the holes in the world. ...

 Read full poem at Motherbird


CONNECTION UNMADE.
A Poem by John Grey





 John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in New Plains Review, South Carolina Review, Gargoyle and Big Muddy Review with work upcoming in Louisiana Review, Cape Rock and Spoon River Poetry Review. To view more of his work www.motherbird.com & www.artvilla.com


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Shine. A Poem by Irsa Ruçi
Translated by Silva Daci



I.
Hear to the cicada’s song, my dear, hear it
Some words they mutter to spring
And feel their whisper to the leafs
To the mornings’ dew
So tell me:
Was this world made to be savage?

II.

Oh, what sins did we give to this earth
So that our own tear weighs in powerless
At traces that froze in oblivion
The lost sinner
We…
Guardians of Hope



III.
One day we will get away
In a path there’s no coming back
For sure I’ll carry behind only regret,
Why we weren’t enough in this greedy world?
And the forgiveness
We were eager to get it
When one day even our soul we’ll see it
Stripped from our bodies.


IV.
O tell me that nothing is true
That the poet’s words are thatch stalks
That would be fired by one single match
And I, my last line I’ll give to the Human;
For he prays in the sin’s mercy
And in his life never lied to himself
My last line I’ll save it for the Human…


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FUD. A Poem by Robin Ouzman Hislop.

 

Robin Ouzman Hislop, born UK, a reader in philosophy & religions, has traveled extensively throughout his lifetime but now lives in semi- retirement as a TEFL teacher and translator in Spain & the UK. Read Full Bio at Poetry Life & Times


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Tribute to the late E. Darcy Trie
by Wanda Brayton



Wanda Lee Brayton Read bio at Motherbird
Wanda's website: http://wandaleabrayton.blogspot.co.uk/

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Now, Don’t Tell.
A Poem by JD DeHart


 JD DeHart is a writer and teacher. His chapbook, The Truth About Snails, is available from RedDashboard.

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SHE NOW MIGHT WEAR DIAMONDS.
A Poem by David Spicer

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DAMP. (a poem after the rains)
by Akor Emmanuel Oche


 After the rains
come the drain of a white washed
road–sepulchers
of pungent oozing paths.
Cossy skins blended
in tar pigmented melanin,
mock the innerbeing,
telling her she is wet,
telling her she is clean.
Only fire tests the truth of things.
Soon the road evapourates
the reminants of her hidden self,
and the skin
whispers the truth
of its self- dark,dirty,blue-
-in avarice for the subtle touch of water,
to purly through the body through
to the spirit.
After the rains come the real water.
Spinning the soul in spree.



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The Sudden Drizzle. A Poem by Bhupender K Bhardwaj

The sudden drizzle that brought long-sought fulfillment
To the scorched shacks of the country masses
Knitted the serrated peak and the neglected pavement
Into an aquamarine fabric under whose grace wild asses
Brayed with glee. The rusted generator attached
To the cola factory hummed loudly and brought
Back memories of the dull headaches which once latched
On to you. But these were phantoms of imagination which caught
You unawares, lost in the coerced stillness induced by your drab work
That ate you up slowly, constricting your vision
Beyond which strong-legged peacocks continued to jerk
Their crested heads in unison with the swaying trees that season.

Later, the sparrow-squeaks and the marketplace shouts
Which came up the verges were glinting arrows that quelled your doubts.


Bhupender K Bhardwaj, an IRTS officer, 27 years of age works with Ministry of Railways, Government of India. He has been composing poetry since the last few years. His influences are Derek Walcott and Seamus Heaney. His poems have been published by Mad Swirl, Indian Review, The Galway Review and Kingston Creative Writers’ Blog. Also, He was recently longlisted for The Toto Awards for Creative Writing 2016 in the Poetry category.

 

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RECOMMENDED BOOKS


Songs of the Interstitium. Poetry of Ian Irvine Hobson




Ian Irvine is an Australian-based poet/lyricist, fiction writer and non-fiction writer. His work has featured in many Australian and international publications, including Fire (UK) ‘Anthology of 20th Century and Contemporary Poets, ’ (2008) which contained the work of poets from over 60 nations. His work has also appeared in a number of Australian national poetry anthologies, and he is the author of three books and co-editor of many more (including Scintillae 2012, an anthology of work by over 50 Victorian and international writers and poets). He currently teaches writing and literature at Bendigo TAFE and Victoria University (Melbourne) and lives with fellow writer Sue King-Smith and their children on a 5 acre block near Bendigo, Australia.

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Barbara Crooker Selected Poems / 2015 available on amazon.com

by Barbara Crooker

https://www.amazon.com/Barbara-Crooker-Selected-Poems/dp/1938853709?ie=UTF8&tag=barbaracrooke-20

This collection brings together 102 poems from Barbara Crooker’s previous ten chapbooks of poetry, two of which won national prizes, with a handful of uncollected poems at the end. Of Crooker’s work, William Matthews has written, “Barbara Crooker’s poems have been written with a deft touch and with that affection for their textures and pacings that we’re accustomed to call, a little dryly, ‘technical skill.’ It’s a form of love, actually, and since she’s expended it on her poems, we can, too.” Janet McCann, writing in the Foreword, says, “The poems in this collection come mostly from chapbooks, collections which cluster around a theme, such as loss of a parent or friend, raising a child with autism, travel, art. Crooker’s collections are remarkable for their unity; their poems, epigraphs, even covers have a thematic thrust that collects and directs the work, making each a coherent work of art.... Reading the work from beginning to end provides an experience of Crooker’s world, that place of work and sadness balanced by art and love. It also provides vignettes of growing up in the fifties and sixties and shows what it was like to come of age as a woman in those years—the expectations, the hopes, the barriers that had to be overcome. Even in poems of loss, the energy persists, giving us the sense that Crooker is truly in the current of life, feeling its verve—what Wallace Stevens called ‘the intensity of love’ that he identified with ‘the verve of earth.’”

 
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Two new books out now by Gary Beck: 


http://www.amazon.co.uk/Resonance-Poetry-Collection-Gary-Beck-ebook/dp/B01C4OXDTO?ie=UTF8&keywords=resonance%20by%20gary%20beck&qid=1462124203&ref_=sr_1_1&sr=8-1
Click book image to visit amazon.com to buy this book or read reviews


DISPLAYS - a collection of poetry by Gary Beck

http://www.artvilla.com/displays-a-collection-of-poetry-by-gary-beck-for-immediate-release/

Unheard Arias
 
The purple finch and house finch
are unappreciated
by busy city dwellers,
who will never take the time
to listen for a moment
to their melodious song
that would please receptive ears
that are otherwise deafened
by the city commotion.  Read more

 

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RECOMMENDED READING:
All the Babble of the Souk
by
Robin Ouzman Hislop


Click book image to visit the Amazon page

Poet Robin Ouzman Hislop’s first full-length collection, All the Babble of the Souk, is appropriately titled. With a remarkably consistent ear for the market’s noise, for “[t]he broken lights of the bazaar/spangled] with glistening promise/in the eyes of the dusky beggar …” (Laminations in Lacquer ) Hislop’s poems, many of them cinematic-style montages of sounds and images, show us the metaphoric souk of the world, on the beach or in the street, its glitter, its sadness, its ragtag glory:

“pets, flower pots framed captive in a moment 
outside the house of the painter, a robot
in chains with an alms bowl”
(“Departures”) ...Read more of this review by poet Miriam C. Jacobs

More Reviews for this book:

 Aquillrelle. Press Release. All the Babble of the Souk

Richard Vallance Reviews All the Babble of the Souk

Reviewed by Marie Marshall All the Babble of the Souk

Richard Lloyd Cederberg Reviews All the Babble of the Souk

Adam Levon Brown Reviews All the Babble of the Souk

Further comments and reviews on Motherbird

 

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PRESS RELEASE:
World Healing, World Peace 2016: Volume 3
 

Inner Child Press, compiled by Janet Caldwell
with Foreword by Keith Alan Hamilton
£11.83 on amazon.com

Foreword This vision of world healing and peace, if such a hope is going to come to fruition, it will take much struggle through effort in the human process of thinking. Firstly within reflective consciousness THE HUMAN-KIND will collectively have to change the way THE HUMAN RACE is perceived by all humans.

From Foreword: "This vision of world healing and peace, if such a hope is going to come to fruition, it will take much struggle through effort in the human process of thinking. Firstly within reflective consciousness THE HUMAN-KIND will collectively have to change the way THE HUMAN RACE is perceived by all humans..."

 

 

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FEATURED VIDEOS

 

Let Her Try. A Poem by Gertrude Stein
Read by Maria Salgado.


Read more about Maria Salgado at Motherbird




Every Piece of Flesh.
A Video Poem by Nicholas Hallows

View video from Motherbird page




Perceptions. Video Poem & Book Review.
Gary Beck.

Read more about Perceptions and Gary Beck at Motherbird





Angel of Peace by Aberjhani




Stuck in a Black Bird's Groove
by Nordette Adams



Friday, 1 July 2016

Sister Publication to Poetry Life & Times

Issue of July 2016


Introducing Rus Khoumutoff


"My name is Rus Khomutoff and I am a Neo Surrealist poet in Brooklyn, NY.

I have been featured in Uut poetry and Burning House Press.

I am currently looking to publish my first chapbook. You can contact me on twitter: @rusdaboss"
Migratory soul

I dream of a province of request,
an exoplasm of breathing lights, a
banquet of consequences
unreleased acetates of a marble index
white letters on nocturnal flesh
migratory soul of genteel contact
following love's infinity
into the empyrean realm
a blissful maven


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Azaianstat (to Lital Khaikin)

Everyday extraordinary
grand hotel abyss
latency vs. immediacy
a python wrapper in the ChemSpider
uber statements of dissipating traces
opened vistas and autoerotic elegies
the age of triumph

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Rising. Poem by David Chorlton.


"Dear Robin,

I hope you’re well and enjoying springtime. We have old friends here in Arizona, one of whom is a well known sculptor whose work is in several public locations. He is John Henry Waddell, now in his nineties. He has recently finished a large scale work, Rising, which we got see on a recent visit. I wrote this poem about Rising, and think it works best with the picture of the sculpture, so I thought of your format. The figures are in relief and in an ideal setting would be set on the side of a tall building."
    for John Henry Waddell

So many windy spirits here
leaving their routines behind
at the kitchen stove, the desk,
the production line at which
they work a living from monotony
and after years with gravity in charge
they suddenly believe in birds
more than in following instructions.
The first ones up

reach for those who follow,
while some look around
from above the traffic and the building sites
and wonder why it took so long
for this to happen. As it tilts away
the ground now seems
unlikely as a base
of operations, marked as it is
with boundaries and borders
and pocked with the craters
from conflicts that continue

without ever having begun.
It’s like forgetting what happened
today, this release, and remembering
all the days before it
back through time. It’s like
swimming out of water,

like turning into music.


David Chorlton is a transplanted European, who has lived in Phoenix since 1978. His poems have appeared in many publications on- and off-line, and reflect his affection for the natural world, as well as occasional bewilderment at aspects of human behavior. His most recent book, A Field Guide to Fire, was his contribution to the Fires of Change exhibition shown in Flagstaff and Tucson in Arizona.

 

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The Real Friendships.
Poem by Richard Lloyd Cederberg.


It was all too much (for me)
To bear, staring out across the valley
At you supplicating earnestly for more
Of life to share, for more time to
Live, to express freely…

And in your
Own quirky way
Owning another season
Guaranteed free from defects
Was what I hoped for fervently

Another chance
(Perhaps) for you
To make some sense
Of all that would be pulled,
Eventually, from the wreckage
Of what had forced you down along the
Edges of life’s fragile looking glass

Being thankful for
The real friendships;
Those few you cuddled in your
Heart when living got serious, or when
You’d reached wits end alone again, somehow
Confiding in the trustable, and now accepting that what
You’d always struggled to believe was all that made sense

And all you purposed
To hear was [a wise voice]
Encouraging you to walk this way,
Or that way, telling you to listen only to
Those elect who drank from the purest streams, and
Reminding you to give thanks for having NOT been born in the
Days of antiquity when people suffering (with the invisible)
Were often left to perish on windswept crags



August 2007 Richard was nominated for a 2008 PUSHCART PRIZE. Richard was awarded 2007 BEST NEW FICTION at CST for his first three novels and also 2006 WRITER OF THE YEAR @thewritingforum.net … Richard has been a featured Poet on Poetry Life and Times Aug/Sept 2008, Jan 2013, Aug 2013, and Oct 2013 and has been published in varied anthologies, compendiums, and e-zines. Richard’s literary work is currently in over 35,000 data bases and outlets. Read Full Bio at Poetry Life & Times 


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A Convoluted Nightmare. Poem by Christie-Luke Jones

 
Outside; friendly voices float atop the yawn of falling beams. A distance stretches out between us, a steel door 3000 decibels thick.
Blackened corridors are softly inhaled by a downy quilt of smoke and ash. Grotesque lions tear at my silhouette until a red-faced, podgy little boy is all that remains. Death longs to pick my soul from between hideous tombstone molars. One final attempt at escape, one last glimpse into the frightful false mirror.

A young woman showers next to me. Her limitless eyes scan my thoughts with clarity of intent, enough to melt the mask right off my face. The way the shampoo glides over her hips will haunt me on some far-off day, when everything else becomes ... Read full poem at Poetry Life & Times

Christie-Luke Jones is a poet, fiction writer and actor from Oxfordshire, England. Christie-Luke’s writing is strongly influenced by the Gallic blood that courses through his veins, as well as his interest in the more macabre aspects of the human condition. To see more of his work, visit www.christielukejones.com.

 

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Secret Blaspheme. Poem by Monsoor Ali

Her words are frantic and free
wrapping around my mind like a rollercoaster of warm refreshing air
a whirlwind of excitement and love
a swirling living thing
That penetrates my senses
Like a blade through soft flesh
Yet painless and intoxicating
She feeds my imagination with bold expressions of lust and bravery
And stories of passion and pain
And I become hypnotized by her
sweet sounds and girlish gestures
Such a heavy magic this is
This perfect seduction
This ancient power she wields over me
As I become a slave to her will
A fiend
A hopeless addict
Overwhelmed by desire till it hurts
Longing for a touch, a taste
A moment
I am lost in a labyrinth of emotion
Like a child
A lame without her near
Crushed by her absence
Drowning in her presence
Overwhelmed by just her
I forget God


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Monsoor Ali, born and raised Washingtonian, is a multi media artist specializing in literature, graphic design, and music and film production. Born in 1977, he has been writing poetry and songs for nearly 25 years. He is an advocate and activist for homeless peoples, victims of child and domestic abuse, and civil rights. M. Ali is a father of 4 and has lived on both the East and West coast as well as the Midwest, having produced music and indie films for hundreds of artists around the country. He currently resides in Washington DC and is working on his 1st book of poetry.

 

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Ghost Orchid. Poem by George Moore


My world is overly large,
while among the southern vines
lies a universe within an ear.
River stamen with carpel rafts
on white waterfall tongues
drifting toward the sea
of the pollinareum.

The year punctuates beauty
as a single wave, carrying no
human meaning. Even its name,
Polyradicion, belongs to another time.
I lift a leaf to see into its secret
and disappear into the
stillness of its jungle.
  

Read full poem at Poetry Life & Times




"I’ve published poems in the Atlantic, Poetry, Colorado Review, and recently, or forthcoming, in Stand, Arc, and Antigonish Review. My most recent collections are Saint Agnes Outside the Walls (FutureCycle 2016), Children’s Drawings of the Universe (Salmon Poetry 2015), and The Hermits of Dingle (FutureCycle 2013). After many years of teaching with the University of Colorado, Boulder, I am presently living on the south shore of Nova Scotia in a small lobster fishing village."
 

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Tangerine Ecstasy.Poem by Ken Allan Dronsfield



A reddish Sun rises
another day dawns
destiny rides beyond
winged dreams smile.
 
Whispers of promises
eyes covered in gold
feasting candied souls
a twilight now foreseen.
 
The harbingers of doom
strolling through time.
Exhaling a dark mist
losing it all to rhyme.
 
Iced Appletine drinks
an alcohol laden smile;
licking sour lemon drops
or sweet cherry limes.
 
Blissfully waking yawn
in the castle of fantasy
Patterns of blazing sky
sweet Tangerine Ecstasy.




Bio: Ken Allan Dronsfield is a Published Poet and Author originally from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. He enjoys thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night, playing guitar and time with his cats Merlin and Willa.

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Counter-factual History Poetry by
Christopher Barnes



Flash Gear

Foot-long tresses, plum and tangerine blouse,
Ink-smudge breeks – Admiral Horatio Nelson struts.
Carnaby St. is a kinetic three blocks.
In Lord John’s portal he rib-digs Joe,
Land-pirate to a clutter of pharmacies,
Shopping list: four honeypots – French Blues.
Currency for peacocks is revels or frills.
 

Hereafter Chimneys

Reactors superheat uranium,
Hatching plutonium – a fume,
Radioactive cast-off.
Julius Caesar grits teeth,
Ashens at Windscale’s pockmarks
On a thickset graphite shell.
Blue-bag flames peck
At a moody critical mass.

 
Blood-Stained Pillow

Anne Boleyn disentangles prompts
On the Washeteria’s speech bubbles.
Self-run gearing is eco-affirmative.
Her duvet and pillows outline jauntiness
Quickened by a hyperallergic gargle,
Phosphate deficient.
The dizzy-bouquet whiff
Spins and hour into memory.
 

Lour In Popping Eyes

Dressed-to-the-nines rose-fresh theatre.
Jedward cradle themselves
In a pomp-splash box.
The snorty edge flurries this raised curtain.
‘Rites Of Spring,’ blurts gabbley lips.
The twins dislocate nerves.
Bob-up canes, set-against fans in an uproar.
 


   Some bio details…
"In 1998 I won a Northern Arts writers award. In July 200 I read at Waterstones bookshop to promote the anthology ‘Titles Are Bitches’. Christmas 2001 I debuted at Newcastle’s famous Morden Tower doing a reading of my poems. Each year I read for Proudwords lesbian and gay writing festival and I partook in workshops. 2005 saw the publication of my collection LOVEBITES published by Chanticleer Press, 6/1 Jamaica Mews, Edinburgh." Read f
ull bio at Poetry Life & Times

 

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  PRESS RELEASE. The Poetic Bond V.

Willowdown Books is pleased to announce the poems

A Split Second Later’s Late
and The Split
by
Robin Ouzman Hislop


have been chosen for inclusion in the international poetry anthology

THE POETIC BOND V

CELEBRATING FIVE YEARS OF GLOBAL POETRY
ISBN 978-1517783808


Publication Date 21 October 2015
Available from www.thepoeticbond.com and across all AMAZON Channels

  Summary Review

A Split Second Later’s Late “Hangs brilliantly on the edge, visually stunning, there is a breadth to the language that is very satisfying.”

The Split “A challenging piece, revealing the debates of Wu Ch Eng En and Chuang Tze, and prompting the reader to research. The tone of philosophical enquiry is well held giving a feeling of profound truth.” Read more...

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Songs of the Interstitium. Poetry of Ian Irvine Hobson




Ian Irvine is an Australian-based poet/lyricist, fiction writer and non-fiction writer. His work has featured in many Australian and international publications, including Fire (UK) ‘Anthology of 20th Century and Contemporary Poets, ’ (2008) which contained the work of poets from over 60 nations. His work has also appeared in a number of Australian national poetry anthologies, and he is the author of three books and co-editor of many more (including Scintillae 2012, an anthology of work by over 50 Victorian and international writers and poets). He currently teaches writing and literature at Bendigo TAFE and Victoria University (Melbourne) and lives with fellow writer Sue King-Smith and their children on a 5 acre block near Bendigo, Australia.

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Barbara Crooker Selected Poems / 2015 available on amazon.com

by Barbara Crooker

https://www.amazon.com/Barbara-Crooker-Selected-Poems/dp/1938853709?ie=UTF8&tag=barbaracrooke-20

This collection brings together 102 poems from Barbara Crooker’s previous ten chapbooks of poetry, two of which won national prizes, with a handful of uncollected poems at the end. Of Crooker’s work, William Matthews has written, “Barbara Crooker’s poems have been written with a deft touch and with that affection for their textures and pacings that we’re accustomed to call, a little dryly, ‘technical skill.’ It’s a form of love, actually, and since she’s expended it on her poems, we can, too.” Janet McCann, writing in the Foreword, says, “The poems in this collection come mostly from chapbooks, collections which cluster around a theme, such as loss of a parent or friend, raising a child with autism, travel, art. Crooker’s collections are remarkable for their unity; their poems, epigraphs, even covers have a thematic thrust that collects and directs the work, making each a coherent work of art.... Reading the work from beginning to end provides an experience of Crooker’s world, that place of work and sadness balanced by art and love. It also provides vignettes of growing up in the fifties and sixties and shows what it was like to come of age as a woman in those years—the expectations, the hopes, the barriers that had to be overcome. Even in poems of loss, the energy persists, giving us the sense that Crooker is truly in the current of life, feeling its verve—what Wallace Stevens called ‘the intensity of love’ that he identified with ‘the verve of earth.’”

 
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Two new books out now by Gary Beck: 


http://www.amazon.co.uk/Resonance-Poetry-Collection-Gary-Beck-ebook/dp/B01C4OXDTO?ie=UTF8&keywords=resonance%20by%20gary%20beck&qid=1462124203&ref_=sr_1_1&sr=8-1
Click book image to visit amazon.com to buy this book or read reviews


DISPLAYS - a collection of poetry by Gary Beck

http://www.artvilla.com/displays-a-collection-of-poetry-by-gary-beck-for-immediate-release/

Unheard Arias
 
The purple finch and house finch
are unappreciated
by busy city dwellers,
who will never take the time
to listen for a moment
to their melodious song
that would please receptive ears
that are otherwise deafened
by the city commotion.  Read more

 

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RECOMMENDED READING:
All the Babble of the Souk
by
Robin Ouzman Hislop


Click book image to visit the Amazon page

Poet Robin Ouzman Hislop’s first full-length collection, All the Babble of the Souk, is appropriately titled. With a remarkably consistent ear for the market’s noise, for “[t]he broken lights of the bazaar/spangled] with glistening promise/in the eyes of the dusky beggar …” (Laminations in Lacquer ) Hislop’s poems, many of them cinematic-style montages of sounds and images, show us the metaphoric souk of the world, on the beach or in the street, its glitter, its sadness, its ragtag glory:

“pets, flower pots framed captive in a moment 
outside the house of the painter, a robot
in chains with an alms bowl”
(“Departures”) ...Read more of this review by poet Miriam C. Jacobs

More Reviews for this book:

 Aquillrelle. Press Release. All the Babble of the Souk

Richard Vallance Reviews All the Babble of the Souk

Reviewed by Marie Marshall All the Babble of the Souk

Richard Lloyd Cederberg Reviews All the Babble of the Souk

Adam Levon Brown Reviews All the Babble of the Souk

Further comments and reviews on Motherbird

 

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PRESS RELEASE:
World Healing, World Peace 2016: Volume 3
 

Inner Child Press, compiled by Janet Caldwell
with Foreword by Keith Alan Hamilton
£11.83 on amazon.com

Foreword This vision of world healing and peace, if such a hope is going to come to fruition, it will take much struggle through effort in the human process of thinking. Firstly within reflective consciousness THE HUMAN-KIND will collectively have to change the way THE HUMAN RACE is perceived by all humans.

From Foreword: "This vision of world healing and peace, if such a hope is going to come to fruition, it will take much struggle through effort in the human process of thinking. Firstly within reflective consciousness THE HUMAN-KIND will collectively have to change the way THE HUMAN RACE is perceived by all humans..."

 

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  FEATURED VIDEOS 

 

Brexit Poem - The Secret People by Jade Joddle


Brexit Poem by Eugen Freund MEP

 


The Green Green Grass by Nordette Adams



Angel of Peace, by Aberjhani


World Healing, World Peace promo video / Inner Child Press


 Queen of the Selfie - poem / monologue by Sara L Russell