Musings on life, love, and healing past trauma
“Today, I am sharing an audio recording of a remarkable poem by Tan Ruey Fern of Carboniferous Chronicles. This poem is included in The Anthropocene Hymnal. I love the unusual vocabulary, sing-song rhythm and hints at rhyme to call out the malign forces that seek to destroy the earth:”
~Experiments in Fiction (original post)
Image by BTS-BotrosTravelSolutions from Pixabay
Next in the series of readings from The Anthropocene Hymnal, is an audio recording of Tricia reading her poem, ‘Tea Time:’
Tricia Sankey has traveled the United States as an Army wife while blogging her poetry and flash fiction. She managed to obtain an MFA in Writing from Lindenwood University along the way and enjoys tweeting her micropoetry on twitter @triciasankey. Her poetry has been published on sites such as Red Wolf Journal. Her short stories have placed in contests, most notably an Honorable Mention in the L. Ron Hubbard Writers of the Future Contest.
Again I have to say how proud I am to have to contributed to The Anthropocene Hymnal.
I hear the editor is very happy with the first week’s sales, charity donations and reviews!
If you like what you read, please remember to spread the word:
You can read the original post at Experiments in Fiction.
I am excited to present this video of Ellie Onka reading her poem ‘Blood-drop in Israel’ from The Anthropocene Hymnal:
Ellie 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 in Variant Literature Magazine, Visual Verse Anthology, the Scarlet Leaf Review, and Ephemeral Elegies among others, and can be found in different writing projects such as poetry or novel collaborations. She has many cats that consider her crazy, and when she’s not writing, she is losing sleep over it.
Featured image is by Valdis Stakle.
You can read the original post at Experiments in Fiction.
To mark the publication of The Anthropocene Hymnal, Ingrid present her reading of ‘Destiny of this earth’ by Gabriela Marie Milton, which is included in the anthology.
Over the next few weeks, many of the poets from the anthology will be featured, so you can get to know a bit more about them, and their contributions to the book.
I am truly grateful for being able to contribute poems and share these readings of the project.
This poem is so true and touching it brings tears to my eyes.
“Destiny of this earth, you are my destiny too.”
From Destiny of this Earth by Gabriela Marie Milton
Gabriela Marie Milton is an internationally published author. Her literary work appeared in various magazines and anthologies. Under the pen name Gabriela M she was awarded 2019 Author of the Year at Spillwords Press (NYC). Her piece If I say I love you was nominated for 2020 Spillwords Press Publication of the Year (Poetic). She is the author of Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings published by Vita Brevis Press in April 2020.
Her new collection of poetry, Woman: Splendor and Sorrow will be published by Vita Brevis Press on July 31, 2021.
Today, Ingrid reads the second poem from The Anthropocene Hymnal, ‘When I come back, I will be grief,’ by Sherry Marr. It is a hugely emotive piece, and Sherry’s words feel more timely than ever:
This is another poem felt to the core of being.
How can we stand idly by and do nothing as things gets rapidly worse?
Sherry Marr has written since she was a child. She has been in love with the natural world all her life; it informs most of her poems, as does the climate crisis and the suffering of creatures in the non-human realm. She has been writing in the online poetry community since 2010. She lives in Clayoquot Sound on the West Coast of Canada. Many of her poems sing of its beauty.
You can read the original post at Experiments in Fiction.
Below you will find a video of Ingrid Wilson reading ‘Slow Sleepwalk into Armageddon.’ This is the opening poem from The Anthropocene Hymnal, and it expresses her frustration at our apparent inability to see the havoc we are wreaking on our home planet. It is becoming harder and harder to sleepwalk, however, with catastrophic climate events recurring with a frightening regularity.
I find this poem apt and powerfully touchning. It so well describe humanity’s behavior for most of the decades of my life. The science that we are ruining and wreaking havoc on our earthly paradise has been there long enough.
Yet, we haven’t acted!
Ingrid Wilson
Ingrid is a writer and poet, originally from the U.K, who has lived and travelled widely in Europe. Her travels and experience of life in different lands has greatly influenced her writing. She writes poetry, short fiction and some factual pieces.
Ingrid was voted Spillwords Author of the Month for Jan-Feb 2021, and has had her work published in a variety of literary magazines both online and in print. Her writing on mental health and her battle with PMDD is due to be included in a new anthology from Indie Blu(e) Publishing.
Most recently, Ingrid has published The Anthropocene Hymnal: a poetry anthology designed to raise awareness of the climate crisis and raise money for WWF. She also tends the bar at dVerse poets pub!
You can read the original post at Experiments in Fiction.
Image by sippakorn yamkasikorn from Pixabay
there’s a void where there once was vocabulary
there’s a patch worn through where there once were wordsbut I have hope
if in the beginning there was the word
and if despite the void that word was heard
then it matters little if my words are slurred
and their meaning blurry
for, you seethere is no hurry
no need to stress, scurry and scamper about
no need to stand on metaphorical rooftops and shout out
at the imaginary skylinefor there is still time
still time to be present in the present
leave the past that the demons sent you to
the wounds can heal if the bullets all went through
if some remain
you know what you are meant to do
what maybe
just maybe
a god sent you here to dobut, you say
if in the beginning there was no word?
not even a speck of dust to be disturbed
all silent and not even a nothing there to see?
surely
that deflates my analogy?No it doesn’t
because, you see, it is all metaphor to me
I am not christian nor muslim nor buddhist nor pagan
but as my life is finite
there’s a place where it began
as to why I exist?Because I can
and all the words in the world are trapped in
consciousness awareness perception
so we can´t have true conception of the
eternal infinitebut
there are always words
words to be
served savoured and heardthat is the beginning
that is the end
©Ulf Hässelbäck
For the second time I’m happy and grateful to host Ulf Hässelbäck, who shares this poem from 2008.
– RedCat
Also linking to Open Link #280 – LIVE! at dVerse.
I wish I was american
I wish I was american so I could vote
and I would vote!
I would vote for another way
I would vote for digging a new foundation
Metaphorically
I would vote for better education
And a media that was free
Free to write it
Report it
Show it
Without being beholden to sponsorships to stay afloat
As truth has turned into multiple choice and alternatives
We need journalism more than ever
So I would vote.
Vote for journalists, not influencers
Vote for doctors, not investors
Vote for educators, not promotersInformation is key
The key to unlocking the celldoor
Or be imprisoned for life
So vote with awareness
And not fear
Vote with open eyes
and not screaming mouthsVote.
© Ulf Hässelbäck
As the rest of us hold our breath
Hoping there is air to breathe in the morning
A dear friend and fellow poet wrote this piece and offered to share it.
As I too hope there’s air to breath tomorrow I urge everyone to VOTE with a compassionate heart, not stuck in fearmongering. – RedCat
The world according to RedCat 