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
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.
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 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!
I’m very proud and happy to tell you that The Anthropocene Hymnal – An Experiments in Fiction Publication. Is out now! I’m as bursting with joy and gratitude today as I where when the editor asked me to participate with two poems. Mother of Creation and Leaves fall to Moulder. Below you’ll find all purchase information.
The Anthropocene Hymnal is a collection of 63 poems from 34 poets from across the world. Beautifully illustrated by Valdis Stakle and with cover art by Kerfe Roig, the anthology is the brainchild of Ingrid Wilson, and in her own words is “a unique response to an unprecedented crisis.”
The second part of the book looks at what hope means in difficult times – what we still have to hold on to – what can still be done. Taking the form of invocation and prayer, these poems cast a thread to find a way through and call on that in us which is bigger than our current crisis. RedCat’s Mother of Creation gives new names to hope, while Kerfe Roig’s Mercy 1 and 2(after ML Smoker) speaks of finding a way back from despair with “You leave a candle burning, / place it in the window.”
The waiting is over! You can now purchase The Anthropocene Hymnal in Paperback and Kindle format from Amazon (just select your relevant region).
There is also a PDF version of the book available. The PDF is not sold but revived in response to a donation to the WWF Fundraiser. Once you have made your donation (minimum €3 or equivalent in your currency) please email confirmation to email@example.com and and the PDF will be sent by return email. The aim is to respond to your email and send you the PDF within 24 hours of receiving it. The editor will also be making regular personal donations of the Amazon royalties as and when I receive them. Please follow my fundraiser page for updates!
It had been a colourful hippie bus, proclaiming love and peace. Vibrant, buzzing with hope and life. Wheels turning for untold miles, on roads and in minds. Traveling all over the country spreading the word. Encouraging the travelers to go further, look beyond. Envision a world where everyone belongs.
~ Where did the trip go wrong? ~
When did we lose it’s soulful songs? Forget that a new era never dawned. Today its message a lost echo, barely heard. Such sentiments much harder to find. The world full of nature’s destruction, division and strife. A faded, bleached out memory overgrown with weeds.
I’ve had a little ache in my shoulder for a couple of weeks. Nothing major. Until today. When it exploded into – want to scream with pain every time I move my arm to much or too fast. Tried to take a rest earlier today, but lying down just made it worse.
I’ve had a couple of weeks of restless rest. The death-rebirth energies surrounding midwinter tends to do that. Especially if you work with yourself then.
Add to that the realization that climate change is not longer a thing of the future. Climate emergency is NOW. So we should ACT NOW. Stop consuming so much! Choose better materials. Work towards not using fossil fuels. And so on and so forth. All the things I feel like a broken record for repeating again, and again, and again.
As icing on the cake comes angst as a beloved friend, and several others, had a near miss with death. Senseless violence that’s probably aimed at someone, but shows total lack of care for human life. Again, loss of life is down to sheer coincidences. I really don’t want to live in a world where some think blowing a bomb, nearly talking a building, is a correct response to anything!
Written for Poetics: Exploring the Narrative Voice at dVerse. For some reason this one was hard. Perhaps because I needed to choose my narrative voice before starting, instead of just having it happen as I go along.
This is the second time I’ve written in Gaia’s voice. The first was a Gaia’s Nightmare, a flash fiction piece.
When I was in middle school we read Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes after which the class folded a thousand paper cranes (orizuru) that were shipped to Japan to be hung on the Children’s Peace Monument. As a good girl with nimble fingers I folded a whole lot of them, and I remember my wishes as I did so. That there would be peace and no nuclear weapons. But also intensely personal wishes, that I wouldn’t be bullied anymore, that my mother would acknowledge and kick her pill habit. None of the wishes, big or small came true.
I didn’t have any good folding paper, but I had to try. And wow, talk about muscle memory, I didn’t have to look at the instructions more than once before my hands knew what to do by themselves.
I also clearly remember, somewhere around the same time, finding (at the local library) and reading a comic book version of the bombs falling. I will never forget the graphic illustrations of burns and severe radiation damage. Wondering if it could still be found, I googled. And I found it in one search. And yes, I did remember the gruesomeness of the illustrations correctly.
In English it’s titled Barefoot Gen. When I found the picture of the Swedish cover (only the first book in the series got translated) my mind went; Yep, that’s the one! Apparently it’s the first Manga to be translated and released in Sweden.