Fevers of the Mind Poetry & Art Blog

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*ALERT: We will be putting up new prompts every few days some will be 2 day/3 day prompts some could be up to a week according to what, whom, etc. it is* The hahtag idea was failing so that is how we are going to do it…less pressure on me overall. I will put up what comes up over the weekend based off those prompts and then we will re-evaluate which prompts (will recycle the ones we had but one at a time…so Plath, Sexton, Prince, Cave, PJ, Cohen, photos, Monet, .I also might do a prompt call out for Quick 9’s, showcases, reviews, etc at any given time. I’m unpredictable but reliable at getting your work seen for the most part unless some poetry I deem not in our view at Fevers of the Mind comes in. Also, as the editor I will be re-working my book “Before the Bridges Fell” new book “Cursed Houses” and my wife’s book “Blackout” in the next few months…so as always be patient… If accepted I usually have your stuff up in a month. If not accepted I do not respond because, I myself hate getting rejection e-mails….just send us something else please. This is reiterated later on this page. Thanks! – David L O’Nan

Current Writing Prompts: Our first big inspired by Sylvia Plath & Anne Sexton challenge will be ending at Midnight Monday September 26th.

*ANNOUNCEMENT* The Quick-9 Interview is back! Interested? Send us an e-mail (see below for questions for writers/poets and also for musicians/writers)

*Want a book review? If we have interviewed you in the past or consistently put your work on the website. Send us a pdf to our e-mail.

*On our twitter @feversof and our facebook Group; Fevers of the Mind Poetry & Art Group we are doing weekly Ekphrastic poetry challenges based on photography, art, & even music. These challenges go quick. So join our twitter or facebook page to see the prompt and send your responses to feversofthemind@gmail.com

We are open for Poetry Showcases for anyone to send 3-5 poems/prose. If not all pieces are accepted. I will post the 1 or 2 poems but will not be considered a showcase.

We are unable to provide compensation at this time contributors. We have to reach out through the year for donations just to keep the site going. This is for the art of poetry, music, art & other creatives.

Some poetry/art published on this site will periodically be taken down if space is running low. You will be guaranteed at least 6-8 months exposure on our website. No promises after that and don’t take it personal.

Themes we are Looking for Poetry/prose/articles/other styles of writing are for Adhd Awareness, Mental Health, Anxiety, Culture, History, Social Justice, LGBTQ Matters/Pride, Love, Poem series, sonnets, physical health, pandemic themes, Trauma, Retro/pop culture, inspired by music/songwriters, inspired by classic & current writers, frustrations.

Online Submissions could include Poetry, Art, Book Reviews, culture pieces, rants, pre-published poetry from self-published materials, defunct lit mags, pieces from other lit mags/books/blogs with permissions. All submissions will first be published on the website and then considered for print anthologies with a high probability of being in a future edition of Bare Bones Writing or any specialty anthology. Just trust the process. Pieces may not be immediately in books, but over time they should be for the most part. Unless they are website exclusives. I prefer Poetry Showcases, but if you have book reviews, essays, prose pieces, short stories, cool artwork/photography please send this way. See below for more info. If you just want to send a one off piece I will look at it and if it is really good it could be considered. I just usually like a variety of your work. Thanks.

All submissions with bio (doesn’t have to be long). Please let us know if something has been previously published, we will make a judgment call on whether able to include.  For Bare Bones Anthologies I’d accepted I will let you know within 1 month of email submission. I have RSD and don’t love the idea of sending rejection letters.  If you don’t receive acceptance assume we passed up this time and send something else. If you have simultaneous submissions out there, please keep this in mind. If not accepted at first, Just try again…We will not accept pieces that we deem racist, sexist, homophobic, or have pornographic themes, photos, or any type of nudity in submissions.

Please donate to our paypal at feversofthemind@gmail.com if you enjoy this site and our anthologies. Anything helps. Thank you!

About Editor David L O’Nan

Current bio for Fevers of the Mind’s David L O’Nan editor/writing contributor to blog.

Quick-9 Interview Questions for writers below. Always send in word doc or in body of email to feversofthemind@gmail.com or pdf if you have no other option. Also, a photo to go with interview is preferred.

Q1. When did you start writing and whom influenced you the most?
Q2. Any pivotal moment when you knew you wanted to be a writer?
Q3. Who has helped you most with writing and career?
Q4. Where did you grow up and how did that influence you? Have any travels influenced your work?
Q5. What do you consider your most meaningful work creatively to you?
Q6. What are your favorite activities to relax?
Q7. What is a favorite piece of writing you have done so far? Any meaning behind why?
Q8. What kind of music inspires you the most? What is a song or songs that always come back to you as an inspiration?  Or what is a writer or book you always come back to when you're needing that extra inspiration?
Q9. Do you have any recent or upcoming books, music, events, projects that you would like to promote?
Q10. Bonus Question: Any funny or strange stories you'd like to share during your creative journey?

Quick-9 Interview questions for musicians/writers. Always send in word doc or body of e-mail to feversofthemind@gmail.com or pdf if you have no other option. Also, a photo to go with interview is preferred.

Q1: When did you start writing/discovering music? Who influenced you the most?

Q2: Any pivotal moment when you knew you wanted to be a musician/artist?

Q3: Who has helped you most with your career?

Q4: Where did you grow up and how did that influence you? Have any travels influenced your work?

Q5: What do you consider your most meaningful work creatively so far to you?

Q6: What are your favorite activities to relax?

Q7: From your accomplishments what do you consider a favorite piece of music that you’ve done? Any meaning behind why?

Q8: What kind of music inspires you the most? What is a song or songs that always come back to you as an inspiration?

Q9: Do you have any upcoming projects that you’d like to promote? Concerts, books, events, etc?

Bonus: Any funny memory or strange memory you’d like to share during your creative journey?

***Any actors/actresses, artists, photographers, comedians, podcasters, bloggers, athletes that are wanting a quick-9 interview answer a set of the questions above and I will incorporate your answers to your specific job***

A Poetry Showcase from Edward Lee

from pixabay

WAITING, FOR THERE IS NOTHING ELSE TO DO

We are all
going to live forever,
until we don't,

that's life
in a nutshell,

says the drunk man
at the bar, who arrived 
four drinks
after I got here,

who will leave
before I do,

long before.

We are all going to live forever,
until we don’t, and as I signal
the barman for another drink
I don’t want, but so desperately need,
I order one for the drunk man,
nod my head and raise my glass
as he says thanks, his eyes
not on my face but on something
just over my shoulder, something
in the deadened darkness
of a pub in the empty hours
of a winter’s day.

THE ENDING IS EVERYTHING

A lifetime of rain
has left our skins wet,
our clothes disintegrating
when we undress, if
we bother to undress
or simply fall into our beds
sleep claiming us
before our bodies still.

Someday the sun
might rise
and our skins will dry,
shrinking us down
to a size more manageable
than the bloated beings 
we have become
simply by living as we live,
all the better
for the world to drown us
when the rains come again,

as they will.
as they always do,
the ending of everything
the only guarantee worth believing

HISTORY

With wounds that wouldn’t close
he died for the lies
of stupid men, never once 
opening his mouth
to give his side
of their story,
or even to beg
for mercy.

Too clever
to save himself,
he let ignorance
silence his heart,
its last beats barely vibrating
its tired shape.

And now the men
who would call themselves leaders,
call themselves the only chance
of any tomorrow, they
are looking for 
someone new
to hang, someone new to die
so they themselves
can live on beyond history.

THE YEARS AHEAD ARE LESS THAN THE YEARS BEHIND

Ants surround my bed
like an honor guard
or a deathwatch,
I can't be sure which,
the ants without voice
to tell me their aim,
the life I've led
deserving both,
though I know some people
might disagree, but
none of them are here,
it is only the ants,
their stillness like a shout
in an empty room,
their possible movement
like a held breath, the realisation
that they are not really ants
still some unknowable time away.

BURNING

We press our faces
against the glass,
the distant fires
attracting our eyes
even as we doubt their reasons
for existing, until we pass through,
the glass not breaking,
our skin untouched, as smooth
as it has ever been, though, perhaps,
drier than it should be,
the world through the window
now just the world, the home
we did not treat as a home
and yet one
we have spent 
several selfish lifetimes building.



Short Bio: Edward Lee's poetry, short stories, non-fiction and photography have been published in magazines in Ireland, England and America, including The Stinging Fly, Skylight 47, Acumen, The Blue Nib, Fevers Of The Mind and Poetry Wales.  His play ‘Wall’ received a rehearsed reading as part of Druid Theatre’s Druid Debuts 2020. 
He also makes musical noise under the names Ayahuasca Collective, Orson Carroll, Lego Figures Fighting, and Pale Blond Boy.
His blog/website can be found at https://edwardmlee.wordpress.com





A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Sylvie Simmons *updated*

Q1: When did you start writing and who influenced you the most?

Sylvie: . I had two obsessions, from the moment I came out of the egg it seems, and they were writing and music. When I was little I sang and tapdanced onstage and offstage I played a recorder, I started writing stories pretty much as soon as I started school. I can’t think of one particular person or book that influenced me as a writer because I read so much, all sorts of stuff, starting with fairy tales. My inner-goth preferred Grimm to Hans Christian Anderson. I can be more specific about the first music I heard that really meant something to me: Bessie Smith singing St Louis Blues, my dad’s favourite record. And then while I was still a little kid there came the Beatles. Between Bessie Smith and John Lennon, it’s all I needed.

Q2: Any pivotal moment when you knew you wanted to be a writer?

Sylvie: Again nothing specific. I can’t remember thinking “I want to be a writer”, because I had never met anyone who was a writer by profession, and because I was always writing, all sorts of stuff, for no reason other than that I liked to write. There was a time in my teens when I wanted to be a singer-songwriter because I loved singing and I had a guitar and I guess I looked the part. Most of the songs I wrote were minor-key dirges – about lost love before I’d had any love to lose – and none of the songs were worth remembering without embarrassment. Anyway, stage-fright put paid to that idea. So I became a music journalist. My influences as a music journalist? Hard to say. Probably a mishmash of the largely-male (they were mostly men back then) rock writers in Sounds, N.M.E, and Melody Maker, the three UK music magazines I’d devour every week. When I moved to L.A in 1977 I became  Sounds’ correspondent. Left to my own devices out there I suppose I started to find a style and approach of my own. I hope so. Also, I got over my stage fright and became a singer-songwriter, but that was several decades later.

Q3: Who has helped you most with writing and career?

Sylvie: In the beginning it was Sounds magazine in the UK, for making me their correspondent in 1977 and giving me all sorts of brilliant assignments, like going on the road with Black Sabbath, or The Clash, and a weekly column. This led to assignments from other magazines in the US and Europe, which meant I was writing nonstop, and picking things up as I went.

Q4: Where did you grow up and how did that influence you? Have any travels influenced your work?

Sylvie: I was born and raised in inner-city London and I entered my teens when London was the best place in the world to be for someone who loved music. I lived in France for a while, which certainly influenced my writing the Serge Gainsbourg biography: A Fistful of Gitanes.

But work-wise, the USA is where things really took off for me as a writer and also later as a musician.

Q5: What do you consider your most meaningful work creatively to you?

Two things tie for first place: I’m Your Man: The Life of Leonard Cohen – the biography that I wrote with Cohen’s co-operation – was my first big best-seller, with almost 30 translations at last count. The other is my debut album of original songs Sylvie (Light In The Attic Records). When the turquoise vinyl turned up in the post, I admit I cried when I saw it.

Q6: What are your favorite activities to relax?

Sylvie: Playing old LPs on an equally old portable record player. Playing my ukulele, or piano, or my new love, a tenor guitar. Or walking for miles and miles going nowhere in particular, thinking thoughts, maybe stopping for a latte or a beer. Or going to the movies. I still love movies, and it’s just not the same on TV. It’s like watching a concert on Zoom.

Q7: What is a favorite line/ stanza/lyric from your writing?

Sylvie: I’ll leave that for someone else to decide.

Q8: What kind of music inspires you the most? What is a song or songs that always come back to you as an inspiration?

Sylvie: I love to rock out – for years I was the correspondent for Kerrang! – but ever since my dad and St Louis Blues I’ve always been drawn to slow, melancholy music. I can go on endless jags of listening to everything by Leonard Cohen, Nick Drake, Scott Walker, or Joni Mitchell’s Blue. The songs that keep bringing me back again and again are those in which you can hear the humanness of the singer and the honesty of the delivery. For that reason I love listening to music like old Blues or early Beatles, anything where the little mistakes are left in. I truly dislike auto tune and those polished productions that iron out all the human-ness.

Q9: Do you have any recent or upcoming books, music, events, etc that you would like to promote?

Sylvie: I recently got back from playing at the Calgary Folk Festival in Canada, and now I have a few things coming up in San Francisco. I’ll be doing a speaking event at Litquake with fellow veteran rock critics including Ben Fong-Torres and Greil Marcus on October 21st ’22. Also a music event at the Lost Church on November 6th ’22 as part of the S.F Leonard Cohen festival. There’s info on my website. You can find my first two albums on my Bandcamp page. I’ve also added some new music and outtakes. I’m hoping to record a new album next year.

On the writing side, I still write regularly for the UK magazine MOJO. My last book was Face It,  a collaboration with Debbie Harry. But I’m happy to say that there’s now an updated US edition of my Leonard Cohen biography  I’m Your Man: The Life of Leonard Cohen.

If anyone would like to purchase a signed copy  – of the book or my albums,vinyl or cd – they can contact me directly through my website at the link(s) below.

Bonus: Any funny or strange stories you’d like let us know during your creative journey?

Sylvie: Too many to mention. It’s been 45 years of strange and wonderful occurences, and I hope it never stops.

Links:

Website: https://www.sylviesimmons.com/

Contact: https://www.sylviesimmons.com/contact

Bandcamp: https://sylviesimmons.bandcamp.com/album/sylvie

I’m Your Man: The Life of Leonard Cohen on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/2p98h7vf

A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Kenny Inglis (Composer/Producer)

Q1: When did you start writing/discovering music? Who influenced you the most?

Kenny: I started writing music properly around 1994. We always had a piano at 
 home that i sort of messed around on as a kid, but definitely got more 
focused on it when i came out of high school.

At the time i wasn't listening to much in the way of music by artists, 
or albums etc. I was more into American TV theme tunes, stuff like The 
Equalizer, The A-Team, Airwolf, Knight Rider etc. I think a lof of them 
were written by the same person or people if i remember right.

Nowadays i find myself listening more to artists and albums from the 
period when i started writing. Early Massive Attack, Bjork, Portishead, 
Tricky etc, and bands like Leftfield, Lamb, the Cocteau Twins.


Q2: Any pivotal moment when you knew you wanted to be a musician/artist?

Kenny: A pivotal moment for me was being introduced to the technological aspect 
of music production. I was used to just playing a solo instrument, but i 
 was blown away when i first got to us a sequencer triggering a bunch of 
gear all at the same time. A friend showed me his home studio set up and 
i literally remember asking him in disbelief "what ? you mean you can do 
more than one thing at the same time ??". It was basic, but it was just 
amazing to watch the drum machine running, then a bassline dropping in 
on top, and a bunch of pads and samples on top of those. That was it.


Q3: Who has helped you most with your career?

Kenny: I'm self taught, both musically and technically. I've always been really 
determined and i think i was my own driving force from the beginning, 
but there have been a handful of people i've met along the way who i'd 
 say helped purely by believing in me at times when i was running out of 
resolve. You get a lot of knock backs early on, and the music industry 
tends to drain your self-belief over a period of years. Every time i was 
 feeling the weight of stuff someone would appear in the mix and give me 
the boost i needed to keep pushing forward.


Q4: Where did you grow up and how did that influence you? Have any travels influenced your work?

Kenny: I grew up in the West of Scotland. It's quite a magical but isolated 
place and the winters are long and dark. I think the landscape and the 
weather influenced the tone of my music a lot. I moved into the city 
centre (Glasgow) in my 20's and i think that kind of galvanised the 
sound i had into something a bit more industrial/expansive sounding.

I've been in the U.S. a number of times. I think Los Angeles and New 
York just feel very cinematic and that tends to resonate with me. 
There's something about these cities at night, their sheer size and 
depth, which definitely stuck with me in terms of my creativity.


Q5: What do you consider your most meaningful work creatively so far to you?

Kenny: I recently released an album 'Everything Wrong Is Right' under my 
Imperfect Stranger pseudonym. As a body of work i reckon it's one of the 
most meaningful things i've done. I've never really written music for 
the sake of doing so. The music i write is personal, and it's a sort of 
diary reflecting upon difficult things i've experienced. 'Everything 
Wrong Is Right' encapsulates a specific period of great change for me 
and i think from an artistic point of view it's very important to me.

Q6: What are your favorite activities to relax?

Kenny: I like to get as far away from the studio as possible when i can. I do a 
lot of active stuff, like cycling, climbing, wild swimming etc. I've got 
a little campervan which gives me the freedom to go anywhere and just 
pitch up next to a beach or whatever. It's a polar opposite of staring 
at a computer screen in a dark room with a set of monitors blazing at me.


Q7: From your accomplishments what do you consider a favorite piece of music that you've done? Any meaning behind why?

Kenny: One of the first tracks i wrote in a previous project under the name 
Cinephile has the lyric "your promises, sound like lies to me". I often 
think about that as a simple definition for so many things that i've experienced
over the years. The music industry is absolutely rife with 
the wrong kind of people. The artist is always the person at the end of 
the day who suffers, and it's almost always because they've been given 
some kind of false promise or hope. Like a moth to a flame.

Q8: What kind of music inspires you the most? What is a song or songs that always come back to you as an inspiration?

Kenny: I am drawn to music which leans towards the cinematic. I don't mean 
actual score music, more anything which conjours up a definite tone or 
atmosphere. Music that gives you a sense of a story unfolding or some 
kind of scene always grabs my attention.


Q9: Do you have any upcoming projects that you'd like to promote? Concerts, books, events, etc? 

Kenny: I'd repeat about my recent album as Imperfect Stranger - 'Everything 
Wrong Is Right' which is available via Castles In Space. I've got a 
follow up EP to that coming this November all being well.


Bonus:  Any funny memory or strange memory you'd like to share during your creative journey?


Kenny: I was playing at a festival in Ireland in 2008 and was making my way to 
our stage across a particularly muddy backstage area. As we crossed the 
access road a huge black limo swung in through the production gate and 
drove right over my left foot. I sort of yelped with fright but when i 
looked down the side window was open and Grace Jones was staring right 
at me.

Links: http://www.kennyinglis.com/

Twitter: @mrkennyinglis @areyouimperfect
Instagram: @hearingwithmyeyes


https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kenny_Inglis

https://open.spotify.com/artist/6DD2kStVwlf03zYaCUMskK

https://music.apple.com/us/artist/kenny-inglis/961290526

https://www.discogs.com/artist/7377-Kenny-Inglis























A Poetry Showcase for Ivor Daniel *Updated 9/23/22* with Plath haiku

In High Summer

when flies walk upon my forearm hairs
proprietorial as landlords
and the land is ripe with roadkill

extreme weather scenarios
play out in real time

climate diplomats gather
but the plenary is beached -
delegates cloyed
as wasps in coulis

we sit around
the water table
with an ashen thirst

everybody wants to make a move
but no one does

like watching the bleaching of coral

the only thing agreed on
is that all this is unprecedented

unprecedented rainfall here
unprecedented temperatures there
unprecedented use of the word unprecedented     everywhere

in high summer
the deluge
the canicule
the conflagration

ants grow fat
grow wings
buzz my ears

we pick at
the brittle wishbone
of consensus

wait for crows 
locusts
to draw down the dusk
with a dry calling  

We Are Green

One winter’s day
through condensation windows
I mistook a withered gunnera leaf
for a heron’s wing.
Imagined the bird 
coiled, primal,
waiting at the water.

Months later, 
in the veiled sphere
under a summer gunnera plant,
I imagined myself 
small,
deep in zoological realms
below explosions
of virid strong-stemmed leaves 
as wide as the sky,
blush flower spikes
pushing up and through.

Today
in seasons of indeterminate grey 
when squirrels
do not know
which page
of the nut calendar
we are on,
it is the verdure
I return to.

I daydream of a kinder world.

Daylight and rainfall
elect a parliament of plants.
An upper house of trees.

We are green,
enfranchised.

XY (No Means No)

X.
Doctor Foster
went to Gloucester
in a shower of rain.

Fred and Rose
they quit town
but left a nasty stain.

That’s Fred West -
more than a sex pest.
Did unspeakable things
in his dirty vest.

Y.
Cycling past
the rape seed fields
brings it all back.
The yellow so vivid,
you lying on your back.

The yellow, the horror,
you want to be home,
but find yourself
involuntary, prone.

He seemed ok at first,
he said he’d drop you back.
The stony ground remains
no aphrodisiac.

You shut your eyes
your demon’s back,
slow, stupid in the sack.

And No Means No
involuntary
lying on your back.


Choose Your Own Mother
(for Rhianydd Daniel)

I have heard it said 
the yet unborn  
can choose their parents. 
 
A strange idea, this. 
Although we live in times 
when nothing is 
beyond belief. 
 
If it is true..    
If it is true, 
I ask myself 
the reason  
I chose you. 
 
Indecisive as I am, 
and daresay was 
before my birth, 
there is a scenario 
in which I am at peace. 
 
Wherein, unborn, 
I somehow hear 
your singing voice. 
 
And from that time 
I have no choice. 

sand in your blood

I remember when 
you scraped your leg on coral..
a rose rust bloomed raw 

under your skin..the
sea was a blister the moon
was a bruise.. all night

your fever rose and 
fell..lava tides licked feral 
flames..sand in your blood   

Ad Astra Zee

I am waiting for my blood
to clot. Broad beans
block green veins, 
velvet furred.
I am ripe
for it.

One day my feet 
will be corms,
shoehorned
in stony ground.
My soles are up
for it.

Hey Astra Zee!
I want my
second dose
already. 
             
I am weary 
of this solid flesh
my veins
so unimpeded.

Bring on the levelling dark. 

I am ready, pale horse
for your clip-clop.
For blood clots. 

Bolt, beauteous breathlessness! 
Bolt, cramping throbbing pain 

stampeded!

the paranoia shop

sells mini cctv 
for the home or handbag
sells cctv any size you need

hard-sells hard knuckle dusters
and knives all shapes and sizes
beyond imagination
for your perfect tribulation

they say carrying a knife
puts you more at risk of a stabbing
but the stab-proof vests are on offer today

see the cute hand guns 
to fit your hand    just so 

the paranoia shop
nestled between Gaultier  and Kenzo

I love to window shop there

It makes me feel so safe 

worm haiku

exit wounds out of 
apples, soldiers, the worm out 
of one the bullet

Perfect Bed

I dream I am at Bembom Brothers
Dreamland funfair park
with Tracey Emin.
Hard by Margate sands.

I know I shouldn’t drink that Vodka
on the Helter Skelter.
Apart from that,
a Day as Perfect as the Lou Reed song.

We Kiss with Fish and Chips Lips,
Join Hips. A Turner Sunset
Going Down.

I guess it is the Golden Hour.
Blair’s Babes 
and even some of his men MP’s
are busy Changing a whole heap of things
for the Better.

Back in your room 
we remember that
we even Changed the Bed this morning.

The linen soft and cool next to our Optimistic skin.

(This poem has previously appeared online in iamb-wave seven)

Going back

I went back, and it looked the same. 
I was not expecting that. 
Expected the usual rash of 
New Builds, creeping up the hill.

I went back, thinking
it would all look smaller, like
when I came back from America
aged 19, and it seemed like the train 
home had shrunk 
in a B movie.

I went back
looking for what?
The muddy lane where
we skidded our scooters?
The neighbour’s garden gnome
one of us pushed in his pond?
The Fish Caves, where we played
explorers? Journey to the Centre of the Earth,
or at least 
some way in
to that disused tin mine.

I went back, not to look for
my Dad, just some of the places
he used to take us. 
Halfway between morbid 
and curious.

I went back to the old conker trees 
and the scraped knees. To the
broken fence on Bishop’s Wood Road,
where it said No Trespassing
but my Dad said we’d be alright.

I went back to the old quarry
with the pond we thought was a lake.
I’m channeling a half-
remembered sense of comfort,
danger. Somewhere between 
Teddy Bears and Teddy Boys.

I went back to stacking
boxes of seaside rock
at Woolworths.

 Each stick had writing all the way through,
persistent as memory.

From up on the hill
you can see it all. 
The only thing different
is wind turbines out at sea,
turning like time.

I remember a school master who left.
All of a sudden. The smell
of that old classroom
at the end of the dark
corridor. Scuffed floor wax. 


Thanks Sylvia  for the Sylvia Plath/Anne Sexton Challenge

You married Ted, slapped
cobweb faced British poetry, 
long overdue


Bio: Ivor Daniel lives in Gloucestershire, UK. His poems have appeared in A Spray of Hope,
wildfire words, Steel Jackdaw, Writeresque, iamb~wave seven, Fevers of the Mind, The
Trawler, Roi Fainéant, Ice Floe Press and The Dawntreader. He has poems forthcoming in
After..., Re-Side, Alien Buddha, The Orchard Lea Anthology (Cancer) and The Crump’s Barn
Anthology (Halloween). .
@IvorDaniel





Poetry: Raw by Monica Kagan Inspired by Plath & others

I long for magic in my life…
Does that sound silly?

I long for wings and wands
Instead of claws and sores.

Flesh strips, flayed
Vultures lay bare
A raw heart– 
Rended

Shrapnel shreds sisters, mother, father
A familial holocaust
A bone tableau

Sylvia, Ingrid and Virginia
Weave their wounds into words
Spiralling down a well

I long for wings and wands
Instead of claws and sores.

I long for magic in my life…
Does that sound silly?

*Previously published on Elephants Never on (Oct 7 2019)*

Bio: Monica Kagan lives by the sea in beautiful Cape Town, South Africa. Her poems appear or are forthcoming in New Coin Poetry Journal (ISEA, Rhodes University), Crack the Spine, and Anti-Heroin Chic, and among others.

Twitter: @MonicaOFAH

Instagram: @monicakaganpoet