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It was ruined when you left.You had a giftfor transplanting small whispers of naturewhich burst into song beneath the thumbof your green magic. Fuschia, wild rose and climbing ivyplantedthe last torn backwhen it threatened touproot the house. Now once again it growsdefiantlyclimbing and covering the gable end:can a seed, once plantedever be destroyed? Like seeds... Continue Reading →
In the next in my series of readings from The Anthropocene Hymnal, I am proud to present an audio recording of Tricia reading her poem, 'Tea Time:' Audio by Tricia Sankey Tricia SankeyTricia Sankey has traveled the United States as an Army wife while blogging her poetry and flash fiction. She managed to obtain an... Continue Reading →
There was a cabinet containing skittleslined up on a chequerboard in the museumwhen I was youngand two walls of the cabinetwere mirrorsso it looked as if the skittles stretched out to eternity... Please visit MasticadoresUSA to continue reading. I am delighted to have another piece published here. My thanks to editor Gabriela Marie Milton for her continued support... Continue Reading →
I am excited to present this video of Ellie Onka reading her poem 'Blood-drop in Israel' from The Anthropocene Hymnal: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3qGSMgVnSIA Ellie OnkaEllie Onka has been writing poetry consistently since early 2017 and is constantly inspired by poets like Sylvia Plath, Robert Frost, E.E. Cummings, Ted Hughes, and Leonard Cohen. Onka has publications that appear... Continue Reading →
To mark the publication of The Anthropocene Hymnal, I present my reading of 'Destiny of this earth' by Gabriela Marie Milton, which is included in the anthology. I hope I have done justice to her profound and beautiful words. Over the next few weeks, I will be featuring many of the poets from the anthology,... Continue Reading →
Today, I read the second poem from The Anthropocene Hymnal, 'When I come back, I will be grief,' by Sherry Marr. Sherry asked me to read the poem, and I hope I have done it justice. It is a hugely emotive piece, and Sherry's words feel more timely than ever: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJWB6LYhhb8 Sherry MarrSherry Marr has... Continue Reading →
With your lion's-mane fringeof boldest yellow, youlook down on meor look up to the sky. When I was a childI used to measure my height by youtall in the summer sun always taller than Iyet I knew, if I plucked a handfulof your zebra-stripped seedsand planted them I'd grow a plant which I could tower... Continue Reading →
The whole sky aches with anticipation; birds burst into song.The sky is clear and I can hearthe coming of the dawn. The salt sea sleeps in its silent splendour at peace with the sceneluminescence streaks the skyand I am born again. Oh, for a baptism half as bright! Bathed in celestial lightafter winter thought to pull me under:bless... Continue Reading →
I dreamt the Theatre was deadand I revived it single-handedly.So how did I revive the Theatre?What did that mean, exactly? I sprinkled the air with fairy dustnothing more than usual, justmotes which dance in shafts of light - thought that would do just right. Then there was the varnish smellfrom the wooden boards long-troddenlonger abandoned,... Continue Reading →
How can they not know you?You whose voice moves meyou sing songs of truthto a world looking the other way. You whose voice moves meand moves all others who can hearhow can they not hear you? You sing songs of truthsome people do not want to hear the truthcomforted by denial. To a world looking... Continue Reading →
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