Can you keep a secret? This just between you and me…..
Here is a hint;
If April showers bring May flowers – then what do May flowers bring?
One new book in particular with artwork by an incredibly talented artist and poetry by an incredibly errr… well, maybe just a moderately…..ummmm ……by a tenacious poet. Who is a very nice person. And kind to animals.
Really. Well…..she tries hard…and that counts.
Anyway….Watch This Space!
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About a year ago….
Originally posted on Chimera Poetry:
I thought taking a stand was more difficult, more defined
it sounded like a complex strategy
like something I needed to do research in
to have lessons, talents, tools
I thought you had to be loud and confident and erudite and know how to back things up with impressive lists of facts and figures
I thought you needed to have self defense moves and think fast and always always always know the answers
I thought you needed to be strong and move strong and feel strong and
not cry when someone hurt you
for a long lifetime I took no stand
I took blame
the high ground
took some steps back
took a lot of guilt, heaped it high on my plate convincing myself that to choke it down one more time wouldn’t kill me
then, unknowingly, took some other small…
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Originally posted on JACK MONROE: COOK, CAMPAIGNER, GUARDIAN COLUMNIST, MOTHER, AUTHOR, ETC.:
Before you read this I should clarify that I am not back on my Twitter account. My blog and Instagram accounts both automatically link to it and publish new posts, so this may publish on my account but I am not going to access it to delete it, because I have deleted the app and do not want to go into my account, and apologise for any confusion.
I have always tried to strike a balance between keeping you all updated with any major twists and turns in my frankly unusual life, without bombarding you with so much extraneous detail that the recipes get buried beneath an amateur imitation of a weekly glossy magazine. So, while there may not be red screaming circles of shame around my dark baggy eyes or shock horror headlines at being caught without any makeup on, I do feel I owe it to…
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Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
Eulogy to Poetry
Think in the morning
And poetry has died
What would you say to her?
First language and eldest daughter
I saw you in grains of sand
Your love trapped in wild flowers
I set the seas to your lips
And burned a thousand dreams
In your skies of velvet pink
I knew you as infinity of evolution
Guiding me to future hours
The trees cried flowers because of you
And the sun made songs of her Spring
You never know love of language
Until language is gone, like Sanskrit
An exuberance of many ways
To the say the same dear familiar things
Which to another generation, might be unknown
That’s poetry, a rare bird going extinct
That’s poetry, a strange magic being replaced
That’s poetry, the kind of book not published
That’s poetry, the kind of soul that can’t be bought.
Thank you to Spirit Caller for adding me to this edition with a list of other very talented artists. (Check out page 7!)
Dangerous insect Media presents:
Spirit Caller Magazine Volume 3, Issue One – April 2015
Featuring poetry, art, and photography by:
Chris Friend, Marilyn Souza, Betty Rocksteady, C.G. Reynolds, Jaye Tomas, Steve Baker, Keith Landrum, David Phelan, Jason Quiggle, and Marvin Scott Marvin.
Spirit Caller Magazine is a free e-zine. Enjoy!