Pandemic Love & other Affinities from Icefloe press an anthology

Please check out this wonderful anthology from Ice Floe Press in Canada. Edited by Moira J. Saucer, Robert Frede Kenter, Anindita Sengupta & Jakky Bankong-Obi. Cover design by Robert Frede Kenter “Pandemic Night” is a mixed media painting of aquarelle pencil & watercolours by Moira J Saucer

This book has over 130 pages of pandemic-era based poetry & art from poets around the world who are at the top of their game.

This book is also dedicated to poets lost during that time including Ice Floe Press contributors Cathy Daley and Kari Ann Flickinger. It is dedicated to everyone who lost loved ones, family members & friends during this ongoing Covid-19 Pandemic.

Poetry from Ewoenam Akahoho: little esinam (she left the world her beautiful crayon sketches) “and now, I have become the man who lights his cigarettes with the sun”

Roseline Mgbodichinma Anya-Okorie: A Function of Spaces “When we laid on green…looking up to the fogginess of blue…between dusk & dawn – When we clasped our fingers together & whispered “It’s two of us against the world…”

poetry from Akesha Baron (Mr. Duarte Mr. Rubin), short story from Ronna Bloom (Fall, Falling) Poetry from Yasmine Bolden (May Your Blessing Be Your People) “The Answers, the ‘unity’. Outside the sky bled sorbet orange” Poetry from V.B. Borjen (The Kites) “…counting bell chimes off the cathedral tower and the uncovered mouths of passers-by sharing booze in plastic bottles and flasks” Poetry from Paul Brookes (Is It Love To Be Glad You’re Dead), photography/art from Barney Ashton-Bullock, story by Matthew Burnside (Ramshackle Heavens), poetry from Sue Chenette (Etienne Brule Park, Sunday October 18, 2020), poetry from Marian Christie (Rapunzel in the time of Covid) “She braids and unbraids her lengthening hair, combs out the knots to feel pin-sharp tugs of pain. To feel” poetry story from Defne Cizakca (I Woke Up One Morning and You Were Not There), poems by Geraldine Clarkson (Raoul, Raoul) “who’d nuzzle the padlock on my tongue try to glean corn thoughts from my blank blue eyes tickle the nape” (Mannequin, with the melancholy gaze -) “Though you never look at me directly, I always wake to your pale blue eyes, raking the air just above my head,“Pandemic Paintings by Cathy Daley, Poetry stories from Nabina Das (How to Undo a Love Story 1 & 2) Poetry from Shome Dasgupta (The Dance of the Wayfarer) “Under a fresh beam of moon, a broken root, severed and twisted – a frozen echo waiting screaming to be released” poetry by Satya Dash (Accrual) “always to be seen smeared like a sun with its back turned, blemish conspicuous even when the page is turned over” poetry from Martins Deep (as i lay forget-me-nots on your side of the bed) “to an orchid growing in a vase filled with the humus of decomposed dreams”

Poetry by Peach Delphine (within this thicket of scar) “Tongue of shovel, bone of splitting, this body a basket of spark and cinder, when you hold me smoke lingers in your hair your hands come away with ash...poetry by Steve Denehan (Someday) poetry by Olga Dermott-Bond (Skin hunger) “Standing down river, I flinch at the hours, days, weeks we have lost to this iced babble; the hush of us grazes my skin-“ poetry by Chelsea Dingman (Valence) “Again, I ran past the lake this morning, trying to figure out why I run the same route, expecting to find myself anywhere else” Poetry by Damien Donnelly (All the Other Things that were also Alone, On the List) Poetry by Birgit Lund Elston (Were There to be a Choice) “and the fox with her playful kits in the woods at the back, how could I ever leave” poetry by K. eltinae (ms.call/) Poetry by M.S. Evans (Months as Worry Beads – A Suite of 3 poems), Poem by Sue Finch (A Peacock Butterfly Dries its Wings) “From the sink I have been watching them cast silhouettes like bats”

Poetry by Kari Flickinger (that’s why I came back to you) “after weeks of fearful quarantining in a hotel on the blazing outskirts of some California desert. You hear that mission bell?”Poem by Suchi Govindarajan (An old quarantine) poetry by Catherine Graham (I Ask, Can We Be Civil?) “Leathery wind pushes the mystery flowers my name; a stem when light opens a dress-carriage for my heart” (Parts of the Song Where the Dead Come From) & (Hold the Dark), poem by Roger Hare (Pandemonium), poem by Matthew E. Henry (split screen), Poems by Elisabeth Horan (Soft Ghost Sonnet) “may it bring more joy than I’ve become -myriad cut & stab of blood, wears it thin; surely becomes woven thread of skin…” and (Twentieth Anniversary) Poem by Rahma O. Jimoh (Pandemic Soulmates), Story by Silas Jones (Heading Out), Poem by Agunbiade Kehinde (Love Poem with Shakespearean end) “Who would have thought colours and cologne could change the images of a lover in your head – like a damning art”

Photo by Robert Frede Kenter (Lock Down #24) and poetry (Pandemic Moon: A Love Poem) “Sirens accidents red lights elevators of claustrophobia run through the skin of the city” photo/art (The last of it) Poetry by Rose Knapp (Daemonic Queer Club), Poetry by Laurie Koensgen (The Conjunction: December 21, 2020) “Let’s say they’re us, those silver pinholes in the sky becoming one blurred puncture” story by Henneh Kyereh Kwaku (There Was a pandemic & I wanted to be touched & you were about to be married-), Story from Emma Lee (Failing to learn life lessons from penguins) Photography by Robynne Limoges (Surrender), (Hospital Corridor #2 & #3), poetry by V.C. McCabe (Frostbitten & Faunal) “I miss you every breath. Aromatic snow, your skin & winter catapulting us under blankets, the choice to roast in your eyes…” story/poetry by Spangle McQueen (Perhaps Love: How to have your mother’s funeral in a pandemic), poetry by Jenny Mitchell (Mother of Pearl) “She is still in the coffin. I thought she would rise like a hymn, voice soaring up to the vaulted ceiling”

Poetry by Hasan Namir (2020 Was Before) (Growing up in 2020) (Wake: The: Fuck: UP) Poetry by Marcelle Newbold (Transient Comfort) “signifier of a storm, a gentle stroke to my skin each drop a universe, a meal to a whale” and (Dwelling), Poetry by Twila Newey (Common Light) and (Natural Selection), Story by Lizzie Olesker (Block), poetry by Charlotte Oliver (Pandemic Packing) “each colour sharpening the other, first Spring petals cried from blossom trees now shrivelled grey reminding me that all will pass and memories hold beauty safe...) poetry by Niall M. Oliver (Heart) Poetry by Bola Opaleke (Rind of a Pandemic) ” A mother feels the hurt of her baby’s flowering teeth on her breasts, but welcomes the pain as a penultimate symbol of motherhood” & (Before & After the Flood), poetry from Kunjana Parashar (To My Sister, Stuck in Another City), poem from Serena Piccoli (Foam) Poem by Maria S. Picone (We Should Not Forget) “should not discount the taste of slow times fabulized in romantic paintings-should not untie silence & sorrow

Poetry by Kushal Poddar (Ring,Ring, Round and Round) “It is not really a beast-a shapeshifting leaf bearing the unbearable isolation of the early spring and falling into the deserted lanes of pandemic…It is not a real leaf” (Comorbidity) “The Winter thaws. Streets squiggle in the mud”poem by Lee Potts (A Concise History of the Wind) “Countless threads crossed above and beneath us The same blue as oceans You’d find on antique atlas showing the ends of the earth” art by Whiskey Radish (A Sortie), Poetry by Khalisa Rae (This Sounds Like Leaving) “Searching for replicas of our past with subtle differences thinking the subtle will wake us up from this looping nightmare” poetry by Vismai Rao (After my death by staring too long at the sea, I rebirth as mango seed) “with the barest of things: sunshine, water, unlimited oxygen. A hit of warmth and my body cracks open to shatter & dissolve” poem by Larissa Reid (The Mythologies of home) “That day, hear heart felt like paper. It had lost its shape, its weight, its very structure. It drifted lightly against the inside of her ribs” poetry from Monty Reid (from The Lockdown Elegies) Poetry by Andres Rojas (Time) (One)

Art/poetry by Moira J. Saucer (Myra: The Bitterroot Suite), Poetry from Anna Saunders (All the Fallen Gold) “I will keep this precious leaf until the underworld gods call for alms” poem from Preston Smith (Quarantine Love Poem) “I’ve found that growing flowers is hard in the Anthropocene. There is Tinder and there is tyranny, and they are both tired-“poetry/story from Ankh Spice (Here is the toll) “Yes, the bail, yes the scoop, I was and am still, now scooping the soft from myself to caulk the blistered wood.” poem from Alina Stefanescu (Imbibet) “The constraint lies on the bed with one head hanging off the edge” Poem from Samuel Stathman (For Archie) poetry by Claire Trevien (Or another exit door), poetry by Bunkong Tuon (No One Asked but They Did it Anyway, Visual poetry from Margaret Viboolsittiseri (a love letter to me (b&white version), (intent)

A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Jakky Bankong-Obi

with Jakky Bankong-Obi

twitter @jakkybeefive : https://linktr.ee/Jakky

Q1: When did you start writing and first influences?

Jakky: I started writing in 2019. Before then I wasn’t really reading any poetry though like everyone else I knew some Achebe, Diop, Shakespeare, Yeats, etc. The only poetry book I had ever read from start to finish was “Essential Rumi” trs. by Stephen Mitchell. I didn’t have any poetry sensibilities as it were until I became active on Twitter and joined the writing community there. That’s when I truly started reading and writing poetry. That should give you an idea of how my first poems look!

Q2: Who are your biggest influences today?

Jakky: I read so many poems truly and I’m still learning and trying to explore poetry so I can’t say for sure I’ve found my biggest influences. I’m just soaking it all up and asking for more!

Q3: Any pivotal moment when you knew you wanted to be a writer?

Jakky: I always knew I wanted to be writer, I just didn’t know what I wanted to write. I’ve also always being into journaling and making notes or writing down quotes from books I was reading. And because a lot of my professional life is media related, I’ve also done quite a bit of writing around different sectors. However, until I started using social media I didn’t really think of exploring writing as an artist.

Q4: Who has helped you most with writing?

Jakky: There are quite a number of people actually. But I think the first thing that has helped with writing is reading. Reading and learning from other poets and writers inspires like nothing else can.

As for the actual writing, I like to send first drafts around to friends and then use the feedback to improve the work. Even some of my friends who aren’t writers get to read whatever I’m working on. It all depends on what I’m working on.

Q5: Where did you grow up and how did that influence your writing & did any travels away from home Influence your work?

Jakky: I grew up mostly rural, shuttling between my mother’s village and wherever my parents or grandparents happened to be working at the time. Mostly in provincial or municipal towns in south eastern Nigeria. I mean, I only got to go to Lagos for the first time at 16 in 1996. And for those 16 years, Nigeria was ruled by military dictators and because of my mom’s job as a teacher in the military barracks, which was quite regimented and stifling.

As an adult, I’ve done a bit of traveling and for me the underlying thing is always nature, culture (social or otherwise) and how these things shape us and make us who we are. This is what I try to explore in my own writing. I’m always seeking the intersection between landscape, culture and identity, whether I am writing about things like grief, desire, loss, love, joy, motherhood, politics etc. This is really what writing is about isn’t it? We are all just telling stories and inviting others to step into the worlds we have created either from experience or fiction with the hope that people can read them and see something of themselves there. This is what art is about isn’t it? To see, and to be seen.

Q6: What do you consider your most meaningful work you’ve done creatively so far to you?

Jakky: Everything is meaningful because of the circumstances in which each work is being produced. Aside being a poet, I’m also an editor with Icefloe press and I’ve done a few local projects and I consider everything to be a really meaningful. Frankly, I haven’t gotten over acceptances or getting solicited for work! It’s such a rush to get my work accepted or featured anywhere.

Q7: Favorite activities to relax?

Jakky: I listen to a lot of music, go on long walks and watch sports with my son and my love. I hang out with my friends when I can though the pandemic has put a hold on that. I also read to relax, and it could be anything from erotic novels to pinterest quotes.

Q8: What is a favorite line/stanza from a poem/writing of yours or others?

Jakky: These lines from my poem “ LITTLE CATASTROPHES” which was published by Pidgeonholes come to mind –
“because even in the absence of light, there is still so much life can / gift
the dank its own reason”

I’ve just been reading this poem because of the collection I’m putting together and they just resonated with me in this moment. http://pidgeonholes.com/2020/10/little-catastrophes/

Q9: Any recent or forthcoming projects that you’d like to promote?

Jakky:

My most recent Concession in the Asphyxia Issue 3 from Downriver Road:

https://downriverroad.org/issue-3/

https://kingdomsinthewild.com/weekly-poetry-2020/2020/2/6/jakky-bankong-obi

https://kalaharireview.com/aflutter-528f568ae745

https://www.hobartpulp.com/web_features/author/jakkybankong-obi