A Poetry Showcase from K.S. Subramanian

Bio:  K.S.Subramanian, India has published two volumes of poetry titled Ragpickers and Treading on Gnarled Sand through the Writers Workshop, Kolkata, India.   His poem “Dreams” won the cash award in Asian Age, a daily published from New Delhi.  

He is a retired Senior Asst. Editor from The Hindu and lives in Chennai.  His poems and short stories have appeared in several web sites, anthologies published at home and abroad.

Aging with Grace?

Ease into the evening of life,
a time honoured idiom;
Grey hairs alone do not uncover
the valley of wisdom. 

As your bones feel the tremors,
you inch away from the whirlpool
of emotions;  Doesn’t the world
change faster than the batting
of an eyelid?

You are a cloud of the Past,
shrinking in memory as time
ticks by;  Soon the cloud is gone!

The new generation, on a tenuous
toehold,  speaks a language
that waltzes over mind;
A bridgewide gap or a mouse trap?

You have reached a stellar stage when
what happens is only a happening;
It may anger or please but is
only a passing of breath, no more.

Growing old is refining the gild of memory.

To live life all over again

Let me not do a U turn 
of my neck to see the past. 

Skill sets that lost their sheen in time, 
high hopes slithering down a slippery slope
and scorned by ingrate times that 
sang an ode to Darwin. 

Warm a pedigreed chair with emaciated stare,
or a rickety one unfit for your pedigree.

My chagrined inner voice said 
“Fruit is not the milestone, karma is”
Me, fellow mortals, were never shy  
of bending our backs, cerebral sparks  
that lighted many, pleased a few. 
But landed as always where destined
with a sickening thud and inner nudge
“this is not what you strove for….”

 Soon days wove into burdened years
when stars shone less in a dark dawn,
my own halo eclipsed in the oblivion.

An old raging song that stirred the chords
of a crowd lost suddenly in the eerie!
Years later had an awkward timbre 
when resung on a changed string!  

I sense the new faces, old hopes 
straining to carve a frame, new light!

I go back to my dusky sky, see where I 
slipped amid the stars which shone once. 

Portrait of my mother

Beneath those solemn eyes quiver
the vague outlines of a dim past.
The early days when she was just
a marriageable burden;
Heart was bland in a milieu of 
unbroken tension, gripping scrutiny.

The early outpouring of natural warmth
brimmed on the day of wedlock;
The pulse trembled, like the unfurling
wings of a bird, for a maiden takeoff;
Soon calmed down, it never came
failed her like a distraught monsoon.

Now caught on a new wave of bond,
love for her offsprings, soothing
the pulse in pleasure, not peace!
But the beat, low-keyed, stayed.

Strapping and restless, they have grown
with a distinct tone of their own;
She has found the chords no more
in her power, salty moments of disgust,
ashy distaste recur. 

 Bonds might crack, wither
 away in Time’s journey;
 But I find her eyes, somber and ready.

A discarded cloth

A discarded cloth winks from a corner
awaiting the final shove to its fate. 
In a few years it lost its sheen, hubris 
whittled away by wear and tear. 

It played host to its owner for a time 
braving the nuances of vagabond weather - 
rain, soaking heat or embalming chill.
It knew Time had nothing to reclaim. 

Its owner, ever short of care or foresight,
was too besotted with his daily chores –
building a life out of the visible avenues.
No thought to spare for a cloth’s plight.

Its clever design or artful artwork is 
a contrivance  for only a passing notice.
A shred of beauty awaits its own twilight.
The owner’s day too awaits the hearse. 

Its prankish wink was lost on the owner.
After all age is only a fading number. 

The footfall

I hear the slow footfall of New Year
whispering sweet tidings.  

“Place hope on a rising swell,
Keep out the ides of the dark. 
I come on the back of every 
Rolling cycle, see through the 
Layered tissues of pain and joy –
Let the clouded days leave no trace,
Verdurous moments refresh a memory
of the smell of spring and ever 
out to undress a new haven.
The morrows always have a mystery,
Like the cusp of a coconut.

Stellar orbits feel no fatigue.
I have seen them too, often wondered.
If they don’t why would one 
whine about the roll of the cycle?”

The footfall is close to the ear now.
Tip-toed by a joyous ring tone.

Poetry inspired by Nick Cave from hjarta

From hjarta (on Instagram) name means ‘heart in Icelandic’

Into Your Arms

Home and space
A moment for my head to clear at last
We’re moving together
Hearts beating fast
Sounds of love spinning in sweet circles of sensuality.

You say we are serendipity personified
Spinning skywards,
I know I’m falling but too scared to say
I want to play you a song to tell you how I feel 
You say.

But my head is playing a song already
Into my arms, Oh Lord
Into my arms, Oh Lord
Into my arms, Oh Lord
Into my arms.
I’m heading down that glorious downwards spiral, 
And yet upwards, out of control
An out of body experience that hasn’t been present for oh so long, 
My head keeps playing that same sweet song.

Our clear cool river
We’re drowning in our own space and time
With lightness of touch
On sensitive skin
Collective warmth…our closeness
Together we merge as one

We’re orbiting in our glorious galaxy
Dancing to our own collective symphony
We move to the music
That plays in our heads
Sensual sounds with rhythm and flow
Orbiting virtual worlds below

We lay at peace, 
Our place of sanctuary 
And notes that reverberate again in my head
Into my arms
Oh Lord
Into my arms
Oh Lord – into my arms.


Poetry from Alexander Poster inspired by Nick Cave & Warren Ellis’ album “Carnage”

Apollo One-Six by Alexander Poster

The stain of beetroot on my hands 
As I hammered the patrolman
Negative space
Remains unsanitized.
All astronauts have blue eyes.

The spaceman with the round moon face 
Proclaimed, demanded
One small step for a man
A proud man,
A gilded man,
An armored man,
A man in stack formation,
A man, rabid, foaming bullets inside the atrium,

He brought loaves and fishes and an amplifier 
And promised us dreams in still images only 
Of an unchanging
Topography like Mars.
A shining city on Olympus Mons. 
We prayed and tore our raiment 
At the moonlight of His visage. 
He will rise!
He will launch!
Because I gouged the patrolman 
Because we died for His sins.

But fruit when it sits
In its own juices
Tends to putrefy.
Out, damned spot!
These rancid, ruddy hands
Now reek with iniquity.
But still, they will stain any white flag that,
in weakness,
I may wave
Into the blackness of space.

Alexander Poster is a poet and fan of Nick Cave from Washington D.C. this song from the album “Carnage” strikes a chord with them due the Capital Insurrection even though the song pre-dates the event but feels in a way it predicted in a way.

A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Donna Vorreyer

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

Donna: I can’t remember when I started writing because I was always doing it as a child. Even if I couldn’t read words, I would copy them- I loved the feeling of making letters on paper. I have poems my mother saved from as early as grade one, but I didn’t start working on my writing seriously until I was in my thirties. Early influences would have been the classic poets I had access to in my young life – Frost, Dickinson and Shakespeare, though I wouldn’t say I write like them. Currently, I don’t know who influences me most, but many poets inspire me to be better. I do use nature imagery a lot in my poems, so maybe Mary Oliver could be named as an influence.

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

Donna: When I started to take workshops to see if pursuing writing was something I wanted to do, an early mentor, Diana Goetsch, mentioned in class that the best writers had a fire that she could see in their work. When she signed her book for me at the end of the workshop, she told me that I had that fire. That was an a-ha moment for me, one that occurred in my early thirties. That has been enough to carry me through thirty more years of many, many rejections, fallow times, and bouts of imposter syndrome.

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

Donna: Early on, mentors like Diana were crucial to me as I didn’t have a writing community. I don’t have an MFA, and my career was in middle school teaching (I’m retired now), so my networks were non-existent until I found a community online. Blogging poets like Kelli Russell Agodon, Molly Spencer, Carolee Bennett, and Dave Bonta gave me access to a world of writers and poems that I wouldn’t have known otherwise. And as that online community grew, I found Sundress and Erin Elizabeth Smith, who were kind enough to publish my poems in their journal Stirring and then take on my first book after it had been making the rounds for years. Writers Rachel Bunting, Kristin LaTour, Donna Huneke, and Mike Nees are my stalwart first readers and workshoppers, and I rely on them for their honesty and intelligence. Really, anyone who has ever read and/or shared one of my poems helps me grow.

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

Donna: I grew up in the suburbs just outside of Chicago, and I still live in the same general area. I think a Midwestern practicality as well as the fickle and lovely changing seasons have influenced the images and topics I choose to tackle in poems. I have been lucky to have traveled extensively around the world, and every experience I have influences me as a person, which then finds its way into the poems somehow. I haven’t written much directly about the places I’ve traveled – I find that rendering experiences like that are much more difficult than traversing internal or imaginary landscapes.

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

Donna: I’m not sure how to answer this question, but I’ll try. When I write outside of my own experience, those poems, when they are successful, make me proud, My second book Every Love Story is an Apocalypse Story is an example of a crafted narrative that has resonated well with others despite the fact that it is not confessional. Much of my other work, more confessional or even sentimental in nature, is meaningful to me (and I hope others), but not as much of a creative reach.

Q6: What are your favorite activities to relax?

Donna: I have recently rediscovered how much I enjoy creating visual art, but I’m also a fan of long walks/hikes, good books, and just hanging out with family and friends. It doesn’t take much for me to relax now that I’m not working.

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

Donna: This is like asking someone to choose a favorite child, which for me would be easier since I only have one. I am particularly fond of this line from my poem” Declaration”: “A great love swells in my body like a successful ad campaign.”

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

Donna: I started writing poems in my teens by writing songs, so I always pay attention to structure and sound in my work. I love live music, particularly rock music, and it gets into my body in a way that nothing else does. But I can’t listen to music with vocals while I write, so my favorite go-to writing music is Explosions in the Sky or the Ghost tracks from my favorite band, Nine Inch Nails.

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

Donna: I am currently working on a fourth manuscript, but it is in its earliest stages. I am the host of an online reading series called A Hundred Pitchers of Honey that is free on Zoom every third Thursday at 6:30 Central. All of the readings are also cached on YouTube, so I’d love for people to give our readers a listen. Promoting the work of other writers is important to me, and I love hosting the series.

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

Donna: Most steps of this writing journey are funny or strange or awkward for me, so I will choose to share a happy/strange occurrence. Once I got my butt kicked at ping pong by Stephen Dunn at a writing conference – that is one of the favorite memories that writing has given me.



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 .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 (to be named later) in the next few months… I have also began a book with collaborator “The Empath Dies in the End” this will be a slower process…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: Poetry, prose, short stories, sonnets, lyrics, haiku, art inspired by the following all October and we are also taking stuff from past prompts as well see this page *Announcements for October including release of Deluxe Edition of Before the Bridges Fell (Fevers of the Mind Press)*

Nick Cave & all collaborations/bands including Nick Cave
Joni Mitchell
Tom Waits
Pablo Neruda
Harlem Renaissance Art & Poetry Scene
Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers

Also still taking poems inspired by Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen, Sylvia Plath, Anne Sexton, Chris Cornell, Andy Warhol & The Factory including The Velvet Underground/Lou Reed, Audrey Hepburn, Prince, Claude Monet, PJ Harvey, Instrumentals of Harold Budd

*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.

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About Editor David L O’Nan

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

Out now the Deluxe Edition of “Before the Bridges Fell”

https://amzn.to/3ftkxNX for a copy on paperback or kindle (U.S.) please check availability in your country. Some countries take awhile for the paperback to be released. It could be a few days to a couple months until available.

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***