September 29th, 1999 The New Man by Anthony Mondal

Online Open Mic – 2021

Anthony Mondal’s encouraging writing prompts us to focus on authenticity. Take some time to read his delightful work and don’t miss out on his new Spotify readings!


September 29th 1999 The New Man (From my New York Journals)

To be a Unique Individual is your very own birth right- It is also your God given right to be so. Hence whatever impediments and barriers stops or prevents you from reaching and blossoming into your total potential individuality, should be swept aside- may it be religious dogmas, the societal norms & conventions or even wishes and desires of your parents and relatives. No one knows what’s best for you except You and your deeper self. And a New Man will burst forth and come into being…Not bound by traditions and conventions, but listening to his own voice and consciousness – An enlightened being, not prejudiced and contaminated by old traditions – a very authentic human being. Wherever there is Beauty, Knowledge, and Individuality, he will always be at home. The time is perfect and ripe for many such new men and women and also much needed. He will evade and escape all previous forms of category and categorization. He will end oppression of man by man. The new man will be a warrior and the most truthful preserver of Human Liberty, Equality and Freedom. For he has tasted the ecstatic joys of freedom himself and wants mankind to be drunk with the same intensity of Joy and all of earth will sing and dance in delight. Life on earth will be an endless celebration of joy and creativity. Nature too will shed her mourning gown and dance in blissful ecstasy.

© Anthony Mondal 2021


Check out Anthony Mondal on Spotify! It includes his poetry reading as well as a radio interview on WYCE Grand Rapids: https://open.spotify.com/show/27cgTctGB6L9oQ8SGAzpfT


Artist:

Anthony Mondal is a poet, novelist and actor. He considers himself simply as an artist beyond the confines of nationality and religion. He proudly calls himself a citizen of the world. His most recent book of poems was titled A Burst of Sunshine, which is his second published book. He lived in New York City for almost ten years pursuing writing, acting and song writing – well, then he had a breakdown! And now our artist recuperates/resides in Michigan, USA. As an actor he has appeared in the film “Sabrina” and the TV show “Strangers with Candy” (2000). He received his BA from Calvin College in geology in 1995. He worked in the World Trade Centre, Building One in 2001 and has survived.

Currently he is working on an existential novel tentatively titled “In Search Of…” and is looking for a publisher/agent for his completed Memoirs.

Read more about this author at: https://shareyourstory.net.au/anthony-mondal/

Rock Island Sign by Alan Bern

Online Open Mic -2021

There are stories and life all around us if we take the time to notice. Alan Bern reminds us of this in his inspiring art work that he creates by capturing the small details along his neighborhood walks!


ARTIST STATEMENT

Photographs often capture and present moments. To collect these moments and for the great good health of body and mind, I take walks— yes, I walk my neighborhood streets and also beyond— and I capture moments, sometimes with the camera on my phone, sometimes with a few words, and sometimes with both. Snap snap. I regularly walk in my neighborhood where I have lived for 95% of my life. And, yes, it’s often awfully familiar, but there is always something new to see. Lost orange glove ready for action. Snap snap. 

Poems, too, can capture and present these moments— especially short poems such as haiku and haiku-like poems. I capture and present such moments in both my photographs and my poems, and sometimes I combine the two in what are called photo-haiga.* At other times I merge both into longer narratives that may tell a story, but more often present a flow of images and words that magnify and transmit thoughts, feelings, and dream-traces. 

*”Haiga [paintings] are typically painted by haiku poets (haijin), and often accompanied by a haiku poem.” en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haiga— with Alan’s photos standing in for the paintings.


Artist:

Retired children’s librarian Alan Bern’s poetry books: No no the saddest and Waterwalking in Berkeley, Fithian Press; greater distance, Lines & Faces, his press with artist Robert Woods, linesandfaces.com. Alan has poems, stories, and photos published in a variety of online and print publications from which he has won awards. Recent photos published: unearthedesf.com/alan-bern and https://wanderlust-journal.com/2020/07/01/around-the-few-blocks-nearby/. Alan performs with dancer/choreographer Lucinda Weaver as PACES and with musicians from Composing Together, composingtogether.org

Dancer & Other Poetry by Anabell Donovan

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Like a lullaby sung to sadness, Anabell Donovan’s poetry comforts while telling its story. Come read her marvelous work!

My Favorite Line: “Break a vow of silence and whistle Mozart, pace with memory and awaken sorrow’s wreath round their brows.”


Dancer
In this empty shell,
where time flushed out
the yolk and yellow,
he is the smoothed out
jagged persistence,
the bare bones
on which the essential rides
subtle muscle and shadow days.

His weathered body moves
Deliberate and stealth,
shapes angles and patterns
in space,
calls forth the golden center
in the flower’s folds,
rhythms fleshed,
phrased,
sinew enunciated.

I move to his prompts,
body to body response,
and I know this is beyond
precise etches embedded in ritual,
for we have loved deeply,
he has lifted and lowered
me unto him with ease,
as the first wave
flaunted thunder,
rose, surged, and crashed
in the primal,
on a shore untouched
he traced the spiral
in the shell,
the breeze,
the wheat stalks,
the sway within
and with all.

His name is unknown,
unnecessary as gossamer
drapery on the door.


Dent

We followed our father,
shoulder to shoulder
my brothers and I,
gazed at him adoringly,
behind elaborate masks
and plumed hats.

Follow his lead,
stomp, stomp,
charge the toro huaco,
he was the bull on fire,
amidst flute and drum,
loud firecrackers,
and his laughter.

Yet his illness
wouldn’t be tackled head on,
he raged against it
then went to work,
his balls standing on end,
he said every day.

He walked by me with a gun,
said he’d kill himself,
and I was silent,
my breath hanging
over the roses in the garden,
but there was no sound.

He moved to a bordello
across town,
the bull on fire had to charge
one last time,
and I saw him
smothered between breasts
and thighs.

At his funeral,
I recalled when he sped
around a narrow curve
on his Electra Glyde
and crashed against his brother
in an army jeep.

He was in a coma for four days
and lost the center of his forehead bone.

I wondered if his face
would collapse into that dent
and had to be convinced
to see him in the coffin
for a last goodbye.

Perhaps the dent was God’s sign,
for my father wrestled with God
and contended with life.

He reserved the mark for extreme unction,
for that priest’s thumb
to bless him with oil.

Some bulls are saved by a different fire
than the one that burns them,
and in his final moments,
he didn’t prevail
but he received a blessing.

My last farewell tasted
like salty tears and sacred oil,
as I kissed his dent
and his folded hands.

I let him go in peace.


Do you…?

Harried days a slow sundial chases shadows, 

salt statues glance back,

eyes caked in permanent tears.

    Do you still throw open every window

    to softly elated Spring days in Winter?

    Do your curtains still rustle and cascade

    to the pensive sound of Portuguese guitars?

Cliff dwellers and hermits groan

the deep ache of darkened wells emptied

down an endless spiral shell.

Break a vow of silence and whistle Mozart,

pace with memory and awaken

sorrow’s wreath round their brows.

    Do you still lace sturdy coffee

    with Bailey’s Irish cream?

    Do you still put a new penny

    in your black-eyed peas?

The city is in ruins.

No one comes back.


Artist:

Anabell Donovan (Anna Eusthacia) is a psychologist and educator dedicated to student success. She wants to “start where language ends.”

Skeleton as an Ecosystem – Visual Art by Kateryna Repa

Online Open Mic – 2021

Come embrace the fresh and exciting art of Kateryna Repa! Her work brought me into a sense of scientifically examining a magical world, which then invites the feeling that magic is always right in front of us. The combination of shapes, colors, and intricate designs had me absolutely loving it, and I think you will too!


Artist Statement:

In my works in the field of painting, sculpture and media, I touch on the topic of ecology and the impact of human consumption on it, as well as the types of its consequences for the environment and us.

In graphics, these are different manifestations of the human essence, such as it is, in my opinion, at the given moment of development.

I also touch on the topic of evolution and its manifestations, linking it with technologies and their influence, as well as with possible themes of their manifestation. Therefore, in the project “Evolution” I touch upon the topic of possible teleportation, linking it with rapid development and penetration into all aspects of human activity, creating my own reality one after another and superimposing it on the real world, inviting the viewer to plunge into my alternative reality, in which imaginations intersect my literary works and visual designer of clothes and accessories.





Artist:

Kateryna Repa was born in 1979, Odessa (Ukraine). Graduated from Odessa Hydrometeorological University. Lives and works in Odesa. 

Works with painting, graphics, media art, sculpture and art objects. She also participates in personal and collective exhibitions in London,  Berlin, Italy, USA, South Korea, Ukraine etc. Works are in private  collections. 

She participated in the Falling Shadow project in the gardens of Giardini  at the 58th Venice Biennale and G’ART Fair Seoul South Korea, as well  as in the jury of international art competitions in Israel and Russia. In  2020, she was awarded the third International Prize “Leonardo da  Vinci” as a universal artist in Florence.  

In 2016, she published a printed and electronic book, The Adventures  of Lucinda. Participated in the open Eurasian creative festival. Nominee  of the National Literary Award “Writer of the Year 2015”. In 2019, she  

was awarded the Alexander Pushkin medal, and founded the eponymous  brand of women’s clothing and accessories.

Present & Other Poetry by Joan McNerney

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Spring is upon us and Joan McNerney is here to get us in the spirit! Come read her enticing and vibrant poetry!

My Favorite Line: “Just today a breath of warmth brought alive crepe myrtle buds.”


Joan McNerney

Present

You gave me
five brown pods
to grow in
my garden bed.
I put them
in a glass jar
with my locket.
Five brown pods
winding through
heaven. Weaving
night with winter
wishes for wisteria.
In a flower dress
wandering over
perfumed fields
I sleepwalk
searching for
my golden locket
and your embrace.


Joan McNerney

Tree Whispers

Blue diamond rains bring
filigrees of golden light…
so many shades of spring.

Sun beams on a single leaf.
This small star pulsating
from my wet apple tree.

Bright new leaf
fits hand perfectly—the future
lies in your palm.

Trees cascading over emerald
grass. This noon swollen
wet bursting with water.

Now even heaven
is tinted green as birds
linger under branches.


Joan McNerney

April Blue

This is when we search for
color to transform cold grey.
Rainfall begins its magic
high lighting sky blue.

We see stacks of luminous clouds
as plants pop out and forsythia
bursts into sparkling yellow stalks.
Just today a breath of warmth
brought alive crepe myrtle buds.

Aromatic lilac bushes cluster in
soft bunches while birds and bugs
encircle them. Ten pretty trees
all dressed up in lustrous greens
boogie through noontime breezes.

Get ready for this blast-off of spring!


Artist:

Joan McNerney’s poetry is found 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 Journals, and numerous Poets’ Espresso Reviews have accepted her work.  She has four Best of the Net nominations.  Her latest title is The Muse in Miniature available on Amazon.com and Cyberwit.net

Millilitres & Other Poetry by Patricia Walsh

Online Open Mic – 2021

Our artist for today is poet, Patricia Walsh! Journey with her through the imagery and sway with each emotion.

My Favorite Line: “Waiting in the sitting room to simply apologize, An improvement to existence, summer cleaning”


Millilitres

Remembering trouble, I will wait for you
But for now I sleep, the anonymous arguments
Not looking my way once, typical persuasion
The overtured kiss preached to its final orders.

Perfecting for lost time, calling on election
Made with local ingredients, outgrown permissiveness
Driven through the lonely reckoning, however long
None for the arrogant instructions permanent.

The sacrosanct lectures, delivered through the rain,
This godly hypocrisy runs by the gallery
The misspelt overtures, eating out of the queue
Friends remaining staid, waiting on orders.

Tales out of school, walking into perfect dominion
Misunderstood colour shirt rings the changes
This viral vicarious partnership fulfils a prophecy
Association on a level runs past scrutiny.

Smoking past decorum, drinking through miseries
Not seen, happier that way, common ground foretolf
Expecting grace where docked, running safe
The perfected mornings, no associate will dismiss.

This sober quietude, no money made,
Hung and drawn silently, a fiscal smirk
Ripping hearts out of cavities, a remedial splurge
Risen by inflation, still remaining attractive.


Molecular Fallout

To complicate a parish, this was your reckoning
Welcoming firstborns to a messed-up planet,
Flying by midday a course denied
Computer music overhead initially looking for same,
The illiterate expense of a world service
Burrowed in the cold an obvious reward.

Tied to perfume, the rebel fragrance gone stale
Washing away iniquities blotted out slights
Drinking plenty of water, all for the good
Borrowing manufactured literature, not right now
The hapless forms grievances in the sundown,
The unfinished magnum opus cracks itself open.

Wondering what next to do, sealing depression
The after-hours scenario, anorexic acid sinks
Waiting in the sitting room to simply apologize,
An improvement to existence, summer cleaning
The incriminating jettisoned, faithful to the truth
Walked into these things with both eyes open.

Inflicting a singular music on the better ear
Watching through slick thoroughfares at night
Theatrical dancing in the catchall oasis,
Gifted, and booted, sleeping into a one-off purpose
A happy patience runs past eyes for the music
Years of acceptance fall out in the dark.


Raptured Puncture

In a tabernacle of a tower
Simplistic breakage mars its way forth
The incessant dream scared to submission
The insolvent modesty running past censure
The slow puncture back catalogue rendered sane
Watching for a given offence run forward.

Given leeway to annoy people, typical slant
The cracked-down behaviour avoiding respect
The sentient angel regarding his fork
Substitution for a long time, however straight
The buried common knowledge rises again
Star-crossed hatred turfing out the familiar.

Thriving on deviance, only if you’re sick
Buying and selling personality the hippy shakes,
Typefied to exclusion, sick to the bone
Abhorrence of the female pint writ large
The gluttonous paper, no apt disease
Love rendered apart over manufactured distance.

The paranoid spike, in pleasures obviated,
Kept back through rebellion, a slighted sore
Money on condemnation guaranteed prophecy
Not having a clue as to what the problem is
Photographing sweet purchases out of context
Confessed to a witchcraft boiling over purpose.


Artist:

Patricia Walsh was born in the parish of Mourneabbey, in north Co Cork,and educated at University College Cork, graduating with an MA in Archaeology. Her poetry has been published in Stony Thursday; Southword; Narrator International;  Trouvaille Review; Strukturrus; Seventh Quarry; Vox Galvia; The Quarryman; seeBrickplight, The Literatus, and Otherwise Engaged. She has already published a chapbook, titled Continuity Errors in 2010, and a novel, The Quest for Lost Éire, in 2014.  A second collection of poetry, titled Citizens Arrest, was published online by Libretto in 2020. A further collection of poetry, titled Outstanding Balance, is scheduled for publication in early 2021. She was the featured poet in the inaugural edition of Fishbowl Magazine, and is a regular attendee at the O Bheal poetry night in Cork city.

Respect My Magic & Other Poetry by Linda M. Crate

Online Open Mic – 2021

It is important to focus on inner strength and self worth when outside elements fight against it. Linda M. Crate addresses this today in her awesome poetry!

My Favorite Line: “stop breaking my wings because you don’t want black feathers in your garden.”


respect my magic
you only want my magic
when it is butterflies,
laughing sunlit afternoons,
and creeks glittering and welcoming;

you do not want my thorns
or my thistles or my darkness

you worship the light
but without the darkness
she wouldn’t exist

we all have each of them in us—
so why do you shrink away
from every spell of my darkness
as if it is the monster that will
devour you?

i am more than softness and petals
sometimes i am sharpness and claws,
but that doesn’t mean you’re right
and i am wrong;

you are wrong for trying to push
me into your boxes and form me into
someone or something else.
linda m. crate


stop breaking my wings
when i am love and light
full of flowers and music
everyone wants a piece
of my enchantment,

but when i am wrath and rage
full of thorns and claws
everyone wants me to be
calm and docile;

as if there is not a time
for peace and a time for war—

i fight for my freedom
should appreciate my wilds
and my ferocity as much as
my clouds and my castles

because all of them are a
part of me,
but you want to cut and paste pieces
of me until you form a perfect being;

i wish you could see that i am
fully formed as i am—

stop breaking my wings
because you don’t want black
feathers in your garden.
-linda m. crate


it is then that they beg for my light
my love is
deep and i am
intense,
and i am told that i am
scary;

but i am not only a
fierce warrior and goddess
but i am full of light magic, too—

it’s just no one takes me
seriously
until i sing the song of sirens
or bite like a vampire;

no one wants to listen
to my rose petals
or the lyrics of my birds
until they’ve pushed me and i have
fallen deep into the oceans of my rage
it is then that they beg for my light.
-linda m. crate


no matter my shade or scars
you want my joy
and happiness,

but sometimes i am
stranded in the
darkness;

and i need people
who appreciate
my magic no matter
what form she takes
rather than those who only
want me to bind myself
into someone else for their
comfort—

i am not only the flower,
but also the thorn;

and i need someone who can
understand i will always
fight and advocate for myself because
i am beautiful

no matter my shades or scars.
-linda m. crate


if you can’t help me, leave me be
you claim you want
me to be happy,
but i don’t know if that’s
always true;

when i follow my dreams
and walk in dark forests
you seem to think that i am

walking in places i should
not go—

instead of trusting me
or the process,
you doubt me every step
of the way which makes this
journey all the more
exhausting;

until i am able to manage
the thing you said i couldn’t—

and then you want to say you
never doubted me or my skills,
but my magic and i know you’re
lying.
-linda m. crate


Artist:

Linda M. Crate’s works have been published in numerous magazines and anthologies both online and in print. She is the author of seven poetry chapbooks, the latest of which is: the samurai (Yellow Arrow Publishing, October 2020). She’s also the author of the novel Phoenix Tears (Czykmate Books, June 2018). She has published three  full-length poetry collections Vampire Daughter (Dark Gatekeeper Gaming, February 2020), The Sweetest Blood (Cyberwit, February 2020), and Mythology of My Bones (Cyberwit, August 2020)
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Will – Visual Art by Ci Barros

Online Open Mic – 2021

Sensational is the first word that comes to mind when I look at the work of Ci Barros! She uses a combination of illustration, light, water and photography to bring an image to life. This art titled, Will, fills me with the feelings of incredible strength and graceful perseverance.


“Will”
This work belongs to the “Elements” Collection (Atelier D’Arte Ci Barros)


Artist:

Ci Barros

I am a “Visual Artist” and a Writer from Portugal. I make llustrations, Drawn Prints, Paintings, Artistic Photography and I also write Poetry. 

My artistic journey includes Exhibitions in physical and virtual spaces, national and international participations. Two poetic and illustrative books, in my own name, as well as participation in several Anthologies of poetry at national level, in addition to my participation, equally poetic and illustrative, in the local newspaper. My Artistic Context is based on Social Reflection and on topics connected to the notion of Sustainability, on the defense of the Rights of Women and the Protection of Children. Likewise, my “Social Project – Ci Barros”, through art and culture, promotes mental health (individual and collective). 

Follow:

https://www.facebook.com/AtelierDArteCB/

https://barrosduarte6.wixsite.com/cibarros

Fragments of Uncertainty & Other Poetry by Ivan Peledov

Online Open Mic – 2021

Ponder with me the exciting writings of Ivan Peledov! He paints wonderous abstract pictures that transform perspective.

My Favorite Line: “Behold the horror of flying books in the tiny teacups of the world.”


Fragments of Uncertainty

1

No one wants to notice 

four deformed angels 

filming the same small world,

reading books to our ancestors,

vivisecting time.

2

There is a mongrel car without a steering wheel

in the middle of defaced music.

The hiding sun is full of burning cash. 

The tongues of water are sweet

at the bottom of a vase.

3

An army of dead composers 

invades the moon.

What can we do? 

Geese don’t trust the skyline

or the language of icy roofs.


Dizzy 

At night the residents fry ponderous vegetables 

in sizeless pans. The pants of a coyote 

have managed to deceive a couple of stars. 

The homeless have long forgotten when they 

touched the earth the last time. 

Behold the horror of flying books

in the tiny teacups of the world.


The Rest of It

And now the eye of the Moon

is hidden deep in the silent tale

of a mad grasshopper, drunk 

with her afternoon sneezes.

Herons inhale reflections of thunder 

in the rivers the stars have never seen 

and the raindrops fail to paint.

Gods bless all the sunken boats.


Artist:

Ivan Peledov is a poet living in Colorado. He has been published in Unlikely Stories, Eunoia Review, Sonic Boom, Illuminations, and other magazines.

Follow:

Social media links:

https://www.facebook.com/ivan.peledov/

Taken For Granted by Tali Cohen Shabtai

Online Open Mic -2021

Come take a look at the work of Tali Cohen Shabtai! Her well versed and relatable poetry is an inspiring way to start the week as well as the new month.

My Favorite Line: “The nature of loss is measured by its power of its permanence, and no other. “


Taken For Granted

Tali Cohen Shabtai 

Where I live 

one step 

is needed for effort and not multiple steps 

to my apartment. 

So, whoever lost me intentionally or who inadvertently 

you should have known 

that not everyone tries twice. 

The nature of loss is measured by its power of its permanence, 

and no other. 

Also in the work of writing, you receive a “blueprint,” before the next step so if you do not 

know what you are stepping on only when you complete the step do not rush to look 

for me 

I am already striding to another direction of the compass. 

I don’t need to alert 

those who do 

that 

I cannot be reached 

after one 

less goodbye. 

This may be a metaphor 

like a cul-de-sac 

where the route has no continuity and signs showing that 

at the beginning of the road 

when humanity 

notices it only after 

going 

300 meters. 

So, really,

just misunderstood. 

Taken for granted? 

Really, don’t take me for granted.


Artist:

Tali Cohen Shabtai was born in Jerusalem, Israel, and is an international poet of high esteem with works translated into many languages. 

 She is the author of three bilingual volumes of poetry, “Purple Diluted in a Black’s Thick”(2007), “Protest” (2012) and “Nine Years From You”(2018).  

A fourth volume is forthcoming in 2021.  She has lived many years in Oslo, Norway, and in the U.S.A.