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Fevers of the Mind Poetry & Art Blog

Our twitter is @feversof eic @davidLONan1 Facebook Group: http://www.feversofthemind.com Fevers of the Mind Poetry & Arts Group

Paypal & Submissions e-mail: feversofthemind@gmail.com 

HARD RAIN POETRY: POETRY & ART INSPIRED BY BOB DYLAN *OUT NOW* Hard Rain Poetry: Forever Dylan Anthology available today!

*UPCOMING ANTHOLOGIES*

BARE BONES WRITINGS (taken from web post contributions and open submissions)

People listed as Wolfpack Contributors will be so until the end of July.

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. Pieces that are up for Best of the Net Nominations and other award nominees will remain on the site longer. You will be guaranteed at least 6-8 months exposure on our website. No promises after that and don’t take it personal.

Submissions open for online and or Print Anthologies (please specify in email if you prefer only print submissions): Looking for Poetry 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 Music & otherwise.

Each contributor to Anthologies will be given a free PDF and then there will be an option to order copies when I supply links to the books.

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 with bio. 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

https://feversofthemind.com/2022/03/15/before-the-bridges-fell-by-me-david-l-onan-poetry-book-is-out-today-on-cajun-mutt-press/

Bio: David L O’Nan is a poet, short story writer, editor living in Southern Indiana. He is the editor for the Poetry & Art Anthologies “Fevers of the Mind Poetry and Art. and has also edited & curated other Anthologies including 2 inspired by Leonard Cohen and Hard Rain Poetry: Forever Dylan inspired by Bob Dylan. He has self-published works under the Fevers of the Mind Press “The Famous Poetry Outlaws are Painting Walls and Whispers” “The Cartoon Diaries” & “New Disease Streets” (2020). A compilation of 4 books “Bending Rivers” a micro poem collection “Lost Reflections” and new book “Before the Bridges Fell” (look under books tab in Amazon) under Cajun Mutt Press & “His Poetic Last Whispers” (2022) David has had work published in Icefloe Press, Dark Marrow, Truly U, 3 Moon Magazine, Elephants Never, Royal Rose Magazine, Spillwords, Anti-Heroin Chic, Cajun Mutt Press, Punk Noir Magazine, Voices From the Fire. Twitter is @davidLONan1 and for the book @feversof  Join Facebook Group: Fevers of the Mind Poetry & Arts Group . Facebook Author page DavidLONan1 and goodreads page is https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/18366060.David_L_O_Nan

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Poetry: Dear, he who must not be named (T/W) by Faye Alexandra Rose

		
			

				
							


				


	

		

I say I don’t, but I remember that night.






There were eleven lights in the ceiling and five trains went past the window. You told me to
be silent. Not one word or your violence would speak a thousand. It turns out you wrote a
novel all over my skin was a map of the places you had been uninvited. Watercolour bruises I
could not dilute with bleach. I cried to the police reliving that moment once again. The
examination was filled with swabs and humiliation as a male doctor went near my wounds. I
feared men for a long time after, I would even flinch at my brother’s touch. I’d often see red
and lash out, like a bull I would charge at whoever told me “I would be okay.” I can’t even
look in the mirror without seeing shame! I scrub my skin until it bleeds and please don’t
patronise me with so-called kindness! I’m damaged, disgusting, drowning in pain, I can’t
bear to wake up and feel this again, I –
realised I still have breath in my lungs. When I shut my eyes, I feel at peace. I’ve learnt that
quiet thoughts speak volumes. That love doesn’t shout, it whispers. That hands are to hold
and not to make fists with. That for a moment I was hollow, a woman who would wallow in
self-pity until I remembered who I am – A lioness with courage. So, to ‘he who must not be
named’ watch me as I push out my chest and fear the roar that comes from its depths.










Featured image from Unsplash.com from Neonbrand





Faye Alexandra Rose is a UK based writer studying English Literature and Creative Writing at the University of Worcester. Her work has been published in several online magazines such as; Mookychick, The Drabble and the online project Poetry & Covid. She is also a Poetry Editor for small leaf press – a magazine dedicated to giving a voice to undiscovered writers. She can be found on Twitter: @FayeAlexandraR1, or via her website: fayealexandrarose.wordpress.com

	


	


					



	


	
2 Poems by Peach Delphine: Coyote Song & 84 (any scar)


	

		

 





Coyote Song





Not yet dead already ash,





Already invisible, unknowable,





Smell the sea just beyond the pines,





Hear the wind combing out salt Marsh,





Osprey call, mullet get eaten,





Gather up what you can





We will flee with falling light, with coyote song,





Emptiness of waves welcome us, mangrove





Conceal our passing,





Not yet dead, already gone,





Sleep with one foot against the door,





It’s your neighbors that will come for you,





After coffee, eggs and bacon,





What my father never knew,





The sharpest blade





Is for cutting sorrow.





84 (Any Scar)





Cutting was the secret language





of moon and moss





textured layers of shadow





without day or spark





oaks hold themselves penultimate





ancient in a landscape of erosion





cabbage palms shaggy





with my supplications





sheaves of paperwork





endless recitations of symptoms





a midden of discarded words





what we cast off





wave tumbled round





sea is my only certainty





liquid incandescence





saltier than blood





smoother than any scar










Bio: Peach Delphine is a queer poet from Tampa, Florida. Infatuated with what remains of the undeveloped Gulf coast.

	


	


	
	

			

		

	


	
	


	





	
	



	

		

	

	
	


	

		
		
					
						

			
			
			






		
			
	

		

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