What Used to Brew in Her Mind & Other Poems by Ndaba Sibanda

It’s the Little Things

A woman’s strength starts with her ability to have a self aware internal dialog. Ndaba Sibanda captures this well in his poetry he brings to us today!

What Used To Brew In Her Mind

Twirled, twisted with her all
Tittered past a care, a wall
Rita rioted without regrets
Sweet sunrises, sour sunsets
She thrived in the twinkling
Her close past was rankling
Its reality, heavy & haunting
Its mental dances daunting
Today no tempest brewed
No hell, hurricane hovered
She had to be solid, positive
Detoxing was up & instructive
Bright was her train of thought
Beauty of a tomorrow she sought
It was hers, not about anyone else
She kicked the asses of nightmares
Future nightmares not her business
She danced a dance of freed silliness
On her mind bravery bellowed its arrival
A previous poor park for this, that upheaval

A Poor Person`s Precarious Paces And Spaces

Her efforts to hold back, to hold herself back
Against hurtling and hurting herself helplessly
With a hungry, tiny child strapped to her back
Are a betrayal, as she bursts into tears and fury
Her hiding husband betrayed her, battered her
She is on the brink of soundness, she is shaky
Hoping to ward off hunger and helplessness
Famine weighs on her fragile body, her mind
As she takes precarious steps that are oblivious
To the world of lockdowns and social distancing
She is dead, deaf, defenseless against a new reality
Ushered in by an eerie, unseen virus, she wobbles on

A Village High-flier Or Failure?

were her goals unfeasible?
folks fast wrote her off

querying her intelligence
questioning her aptitude

querying her station in life
questioning her gender too

querying her day-dreaming
mentioning her rustic roots

her goals were long-term–
what a mere waste of time!

who the heck did she think
she was to board that train?

for her it was a proud process
powered by Practice & Practice

one player was Perseverance
the goal minder was Resilience

or was it? –or perhaps never mind
for process was powered by passion

it was not about great grades today
heavy defeats and pains played with her!

at times the train was too hot, too cold
sometimes too slow, if not still, silly, strident

her tired train bawled: grit, grit, grit and grit
as she journeyed her bumpy and mucky journey

college authorities slapped her with a mountain
of rules ,roles, responsibilities and examinations

she didn’t fluke them, and there was no coincidence
she didn’t achieve her grades by luck rather than skill

fees felt like forks fooling and slitting her pockets apart
when she fell pregnant, critics chorused: end of the road!

she wadded in muddy waters, her intellect drowned, drained
there was no stroke of good fortune, but ridicule & refutation

when she held her paper, her key, Purpose gleamed a smile
and congratulated Practice , Process , Perseverance with pride


A 2019 Pushcart Prize nominee, Ndaba’s poems have been widely anthologised. Sibanda is the author of The Gushungo Way, Sleeping Rivers, Love O’clock, The Dead Must Be Sobbing, Football of Fools, Cutting-edge Cache: Unsympathetic Untruth, Of the Saliva and the Tongue, When Inspiration Sings In Silence and Poetry Pharmacy. His work is featured in The Anthology House, in The New Shoots Anthology, and in The Van Gogh Anthology, and A Worldwide Anthology of One Hundred Poetic Intersections. Some of Ndaba’s works are found or forthcoming in Page & Spine, Peeking Cat, Piker Press, SCARLET LEAF REVIEW, Universidad Complutense de Madrid, the Pangolin Review, Kalahari Review, Botsotso, The Ofi Press Magazine, Hawaii Pacific Review, Deltona Howl, The song is, Indian Review, Eunoia Review, JONAH magazine, Saraba Magazine, Poetry Potion, Saraba Magazine, The Borfski Press, Snippets, East Coast Literary Review, Random Poem Tree, festival-of-language and Whispering Prairie Press.
Sibanda’s forthcoming book Notes, Themes, Things And Other Things: Confronting Controversies,Contradictions And Indoctrinations was considered for The 2019 Restless Book Prize for New Immigrant Writing in Nonfiction. Ndaba’s other forthcoming book Cabinet Meetings: Of Big And Small Preys was considered for The Graywolf Press Africa Prize 2018.
Sibanda’s other forthcoming books include Timbomb, Dear Dawn And Daylight, Sometimes Seasons Come With Unseasonal Harvests, A Different Ballgame and The Way Forward.


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Kapardeli Eftichia – One-Liners Abound!


Kapardeli Eftichia has a Doctorate from ARTS AND CULTURE WORLD ACADEMY live in Patras She writes poetry, stories, short stories, hai-ku , essays  She studied journalism AKEM  Ηas many awards in national competitions Her work there is to many national and international anthologies  Has a section at the University of Cyprus in Greek culture is a member of the world poets society. website is http://world-poets.blogspot. com / is a member of the IWA (international writers and artists Association) chaired by Teresinka Pereira, had from IWA Certify 2017 as the best translation and  member of the POETAS DEL MUNDO .

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beach walking (alone) in winter – Poem by Stephen House

It’s the Little Things

Starting us on our journey of focusing on the little things, we have Stephen House’s savory poetry! Feel the healing power of the beach through his words.

beach walking (alone) in winter

layer up to start
peel off clothes as needed
don’t stress about carting unworn attire
stash garments under a bush
drag behind or tie around
wave in the air celebrating weather
free up from reality as needed

don’t permit dark clouds to press down
replace their weight with joy
float beneath beauty extreme
marvel at dense complexity
remember times you wanted them gone
and realize they disappeared in their own time

rain will pass
you know showers are temporary
don’t give into the notion of forever wet
drenching is experience
glimmers of sun appear
dry and warm will follow
if soaked keep walking
your resilience is incredible
accept all beyond control
relish how climate just is
how you just are

remove shoes
dance on wet sand
paddle in icy shallows
see feet turn blue in lapping seas
the elements and you are one
truth inside is the guide
as feet become numb with cold so will you
to what doesn’t matter
and there is so much insignificant
so appreciate and be

sing with the wind
the sea-weed and sand blowing
is part of a wilderness choir
stretch up and out to the unseen source
call loud the sounds held inside
your essence is more ancient than time
remember you transcend doctrines and rules
worship the unknown as you sense not as they have told
turn into the instinct of existence
freedom is the conductor of creativity
relish the gift of liberty from an unexpected icy squall

and as you take rest from beach walking (alone) in winter
rejuvenated and reborn
know that before long
you may be beach walking (alone) in spring
another season
with changes
new moods and views
brilliant colours and light
no greater or less than
as powerful and real
as the season of now and those before


Stephen House is an award winning Australian playwright, poet and actor. He’s won two Awgie Awards (Australian Writer’s Guild) , Adelaide Fringe Award, Rhonda Jancovich Poetry Award for Social Justice, Goolwa Poetry Cup, Feast Short Story Prize and more. He’s been shortlisted for Lane Cove Literary Award, Overland’s Fair Australia Fiction Prize, Patrick White Playwright and Queensland Premier Drama Awards, Greenroom best actor Award and more. He’s received Australia Council literature residencies to Ireland and Canada, and an India Asialink.  His chapbook “real and unreal” was published by ICOE Press. He is published often and performs his work widely.

One-Liners Abound! – Linda M. Crate


Linda M. Crate’s works have been published in numerous magazines and anthologies both online and in print. She is the author of six poetry chapbooks, the latest of which is: More Than Bone Music (Clare Songbirds Publishing House, March 2019). She’s also the author of the novel Phoenix Tears (Czykmate Books, June 2018). Recently she has published two full-length poetry collections Vampire Daughter (Dark Gatekeeper Gaming, February 2020) and The Sweetest Blood (Cyberwit, February 2020).

It’s the Little Things

July Online Open Mic has come to an end, but their inspiration keeps pushing us! Each artist brought us so much to think about and digest to start off our summer, and I’m so thankful for every one of them!

As we move into August, I still feel the world breathing heavy. The tenacious things we are, we keep adjusting and adapting to our current situation. This is amazing, but it comes at a cost of energy depletion. I’m here to remind you, you’re doing good! You’re still here and fighting? That’s powerful! Be proud of yourself!

When I go through hard times, I’ve found that what gets me through the most are the little things. The tiniest of details to my day that would otherwise go unnoticed. If only seconds of joy, it gives my mind a small respite in the chaos to smile, to laugh (even if the laughter is from bitter humor), to have hope, or to simply enjoy something.

This month, I’ve called out to the artists to bring me little things to help each one of us get through our days and they did not disappoint! Get ready to see a month of little things to bring you the respite you need to keep fighting your battles!

-Mia Savant

One-Liners Abound! – Joan McNerney


Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in many literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Poet Warriors, Blueline, and Halcyon Days. Four Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Spectrum Publications have accepted her work. Her latest title, The Muse In Miniature, is available on Amazon.com and Cyberwit.net. She has four Best of the Net nominations.

My Mother & Death is Not a Woe – Painting and Poetry by O.Yemi Tubi

July Online Open Mic

How peaceful and soothing the embrace of a mother! O.Yemi Tubi uniquely captures this motherly bond with his vibrant painting and poetry. Also, don’t miss his other poem on not fearing death.


My Mother the colourful Rose
In our household
Emitting the aroma
of love and care.
The sweat of her brow,
the nutrient of our youth.
Her nectar nourished
and nurtured our growth.

My Mother the busy Bee
Of our household.
Travelled far and near
Collecting nectar
for the care of the family
Proverbs 31 woman
She surpassed

My Mother the aged Rose
Of the family
Baby now she became
In need of love and care.
We her petals, may we be
her garments of warm and care
In this her sunset years

My Mother the aging Rose
Looking homewards bound.
Awaiting the call to glory.
When her sun finally sets
the call to glory she capitulated
We her petals, Almighty God I plead
Us enabled to bid her adieu
With pomp and pageantry
A befitting honour that due for her.

Death is not a Woe 

Death is not woe, For those in

Christ they trust Beautiful

butterfly, From dead caterpillar

emerge, Heaven’s glory, no

one can see. If in the body of

clay remain. 

When this body of clay is shed, The glory

of heaven revealed To those washed in

the blood of the lamb. 

Death is an exit From the world of

aches and pains. An entrance to the

glory we long to see. 

Do not wail, do not fret. Your

loved one on Christ’s bosom Laid



O.Yemi Tubi





Review of Immortal Poems of the English Language by Shola Balogun

July Online Open Mic

I love seeing artists supporting artists, and today we have Shola Balogun’s review of the book Immortal Poems of the English Language edited by Oscar Williams! Read his take on the book and then go check out the book as well!

This is a review of Oscar Williams’ anthology, Immortal Poems of the English Language -by Shola Balogun

Immortal Poems of the English Language Edited by Oscar Williams

Immortal Poems of the English Language, the anthology edited by Oscar Williams, provides a highly wide-ranging flavour of poetic souls from Geoffrey Chaucer to Dylan Thomas. It crisply re-presents and depicts an ideal blending of the British and American celebrated poets and poetry, taking the reader into the classical culture with its songs and ballads, to the mighty lines of Christopher Marlowe, to the mystical poems of William Blake, to Edward FitzGerald’ s admirable translation of the Persian Omar Khayyám’ s the Rubáiyát.

In the introduction to the anthology, the editor Oscar Williams, the American poet and admittedly a distinguished anthologist, having quoted Robert Frost that, “It is absurd to think that the only way to tell if a poem is lasting is to wait and see if it lasts. The right reader of a good poem can tell the moment it strikes him that he has taken an immortal wound- that he will never get over it. That is to say, permanence in poetry, as in love, is perceived instantly. It hasn’t to await the test of time. The proof of a poem is not that we have never forgotten it, but we knew at sight we never could forget it”, states,

“A poem is immortal not only because it continues to be read by generation after generation of readers but also because each sensitive reader, having once experienced the poem, absorbs the experience and continues to feel it always, and further, because a true poem expresses an immortal human truth. Anyone who knows how to love, or to suffer, or to think, anyone who wishes to live fully, needs and seeks poetry” (“Introduction” p. 9).

The expression of poetry is not limited or restricted to any single language. It is factually visible in traditional societies whose indigenes, though are not ‘readers’ of poems, can still tell when what is essentially collective is poorly personified or modified. A poem can be the work of a single creator but the expanded experience must be collective. And that is where the permanence in poetry lies. That is the proof that a poem can never be forgotten. In poetry, for the agonizing experience of love or suffering to be impressed on the minds of others, it has to be remarkably recalled, decidedly intense and creatively emotional.

Interestingly, the anthology with its 637 pages absorbs every piece of what constitutes living arts from the best of poets. The timelessness of poetry gives me the impression that this anthology, though published in 1952, is still much relevant today. The purpose of this review is to celebrate the 68 years of the Pocket Books printing of this anthology in memory of Oscar Williams (1900-1964), poet and editor of this anthology.

Williams, Oscar, ed. Immortal Poems of the English Language. Pocket ed. New York: Simon & Schuster, 1952. 637 pages

ISBN: 0- 671- 49610-7

Author of Review:

Shola Balogun is a Nigerian poet, playwright, filmmaker, and literary critic. He studied Theatre Arts at the University of Ibadan, Nigeria. Balogun is the author of Praying Dangerously: The Cry of Blind Bartimaeus and The Wrestling of Jacob. He also screenplayed The gods Are Liars, Wrestling with Shadows and Deliverance from The Rod of the Wicked, based on the messages of Dr. D.K.Olukoya, which have been made into short films. His work has appeared in journals and anthologies, most recently in Nicosia Beyond Barriers: Voices from a Divided City and The Tau: The Literary and Visual Art Journal of Lourdes University. Balogun lives in Lagos, Nigeria.

Flight – Original Song by Acoustic Librarian

July Online Open Mic

Art inspires art! Come listen to Acoustic Librarian’s sweet love song inspired by a poem by Anne McCaffrey!



Two of us standing, alone by the sea,
You like a seabird, beautiful, free.
Suddenly darkness as I draw near your side.
How can I know you; oh what do you hide?

A whisper in shadows, a cry in the night,
Your soul tries to reach out, lost in its fright,
Cries, “Love me forever!” Hope tries to take flight.
Plunges to earth in morning’s light.

Together in darkness, is it love that we share?
Your silence unbroken grows harder to bear.
Passion transformed to anger unplanned;
The hurt in your heart I can’t understand.

A whisper in shadows, a cry in the night,
Your soul tries to reach out, lost in its fright,
Cries, “Love me forever or else I must die!”
Hope turns to mourning as flames fill the sky.

You came back to see me, revealing at last
Your reasons for silence, the pain in your past.
Finally I tell you feelings in me;
Can our words light the darkness and set both of us free?

A whisper in shadows, a cry in the night,
Your soul tries to reach out, overcomes fright.
I told you I love you; how bright were your eyes!
Hope amid longing as dawn fills the sky.

Lyrics and music by Acoustic Librarian
Inspired by a poem by Anne McCaffrey


Acoustic Librarian is a songwriter, open mic performer and technology librarian.  He lives in Southern California with his wife and their two cats.

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