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CAROL PARRIS KRAUSS

2/24/2023

 
Today, I’m thrilled to feature American poet Carol Parris Krauss. As her email signature block describes, Carol is a “Mother.Teacher.Poet.” We all wear lots of hats, don’t we? It sounds like Carol has her priorities straight, and I have such admiration of that! Be sure to check out her full Bio below, and her collection Just a Spit Down the Road (Kelsay Books). Here is her powerful poem titled “The Grape Slips its Skin,” originally published by Story South. Thank you, Carol!
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Carol Parris Krauss loves to use place and vivid imagery in her poems. Her work can be found in a variety of publications such as The SC Review, Louisiana Literature, Hastings’ Plainsongs, Broadkill Review, Story South, and Susurrus. She was honored to be recognized by the University of Virginia Press as a Best New Poet and her first book of poems, Just a Spit down the Road, was published by Kelsay Books in 2022. More information at:
https://carolparriskrausspoet.blogspot.com/

DAVID L. O'NAN

2/15/2023

 
Introducing...this week’s featured poet and supporter of the arts, editor of Fevers of the Mind...David O’Nan. He is the author of several books of poetry, and his work can be found in a wide variety of lit mags and journals (despite an understandable distaste for the submissions process, which he takes frequent breaks from!). Find David's work in: IceFloe Press, Dark Marrow, Truly U, 3 Moon Magazine, Elephants Never, Royal Rose Magazine, Spillwords, Anti-Heroin Chic, Cajun Mutt Press, Punk Noir Magazine, Voices From the Fire, and others. Please enjoy two of the beautiful poems from his recent five-star collection, Cursed Houses (Fevers of the Mind Press). Thank you, David!

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The Water Lilies in Claude Monet’s Mind as I Feel Grave

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David L. O'Nan is a poet, short story writer, and editor living in Southern Indiana (USA). In his role as EIC of "Fevers of the Mind Poetry and Art," O'Nan has curated several anthologies including two inspired by Leonard Cohen (Avalanches In Poetry; and Before I Turn Into Gold), and Hard Rain Poetry: Forever Dylan inspired by Bob Dylan. O’Nan has also self-published multiple books through the Fevers of the Mind Press, including: The Famous Poetry Outlaws Are Painting Walls and Whispers, The Cartoon Diaries, and New Disease Streets (2020); Taking Pictures in the Dark, and Our Fears In Tunnels (2021); Bending Rivers Poetry Collection; a micro-poem collection, Lost Reflections; and, more recently, Before the Bridges Fell and His Poetic Last Whispers (2022). His latest book is Cursed Houses. Follow him on Twitter @davidLONan1 and @feversof for all things Fevers of the Mind; join the Facebook Group: Fevers of the Mind Poetry & Arts Group; and learn more at: www.feversofthemind.com, a WordPress site that helps promote other poets/writers, musicians, actors/actresses, and fellow creatives.

ROGER HARE

2/8/2023

 
This week’s featured poet is a twice-nominated Pushcart Prize candidate who has received multiple awards and commendations, after only recently rediscovering his love of poetry. Today, we are treated to “The Whole Universe Wants to Be Touched” (with first publish credits going to Sarasvati) and “Angelic Spaces and Infinite Geometries” (originally published in Dreamcatcher) by – the humble and gracious – Roger Hare.

The Whole Universe Wants To Be Touched
After Nils Frahm

with a razorblade, a rain-drop,
a thread of wool, a feather
lightly on its cheek

with a memory of geese
over water, of rock
cooled to a crust it can crunch

with a breeze released
from the bars
of a song

with its own dust pressed
into glorious molds
and

with just
a suggestion
of mortality.

Angelic Spaces and Infinite Geometries

You would think Angels need large spaces
to fit into – all those wings and swords and words
from the Almighty – yet they move through
the slenderest opportunity to gain
a glimpse of how it would be
to feel like a person feels;
to know what laughter
does to ears, what tears
do to tastebuds.

That day when you thought
your door was closed,
one of them slipped through
the gap at its hinge, placed
its blade on the floor
and moved his shoulders up-and-down
in time with your sobbing.
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Roger Hare is a retired community charity worker who has recently rediscovered a love of poetry which began in his youth. He is a recipient of UK Arts Council funding for 2023, which is aiding him in the development of his writing practice, and he has received commendations from Manchester Cathedral Poetry Prize, Rare Swan Ekphrastic Competition, and Allingham Festival Poetry Prize. Roger was a Pushcart-nominated poet in 2021 and in 2022; and a Best of the Net nominee in 2022. His work has been published in Black Bough Poetry, Ice Floe Press, Civic Leicester, Dreich, Anthropocene, The BeZine, SpillWords, and The Storms.

    SHINE - International Poetry Series

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    From the international poetry community, we have a "luxury of stars," as Sylvia Plath might say, and it is my honor to provide a home for their words through SHINE Poetry Series.
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    NOW IN PRINT!

    Stars Over the Dordogne
    BY SYLVIA PLATH
    Stars are dropping thick as stones into the twiggy
    Picket of trees whose silhouette is darker
    Than the dark of the sky because it is quite starless.
    The woods are a well. The stars drop silently.
    They seem large, yet they drop, and no gap is visible.
    Nor do they send up fires where they fall
    Or any signal of distress or anxiousness.
    They are eaten immediately by the pines.

    Where I am at home, only the sparsest stars
    Arrive at twilight, and then after some effort.
    And they are wan, dulled by much travelling.
    The smaller and more timid never arrive at all
    But stay, sitting far out, in their own dust.
    They are orphans. I cannot see them. They are lost.
    But tonight they have discovered this river with no trouble,
    They are scrubbed and self-assured as the great planets.

    The Big Dipper is my only familiar.
    I miss Orion and Cassiopeia's Chair. Maybe they are
    Hanging shyly under the studded horizon
    Like a child's too-simple mathematical problem.
    Infinite number seems to be the issue up there.
    Or else they are present, and their disguise so bright
    I am overlooking them by looking too hard.
    Perhaps it is the season that is not right.

    And what if the sky here is no different,
    And it is my eyes that have been sharpening themselves?
    Such a luxury of stars would embarrass me.
    The few I am used to are plain and durable;
    I think they would not wish for this dressy backcloth
    Or much company, or the mildness of the south.
    They are too puritan and solitary for that--
    When one of them falls it leaves a space,

    A sense of absence in its old shining place.
    And where I lie now, back to my own dark star,
    I see those constellations in my head,
    Unwarmed by the sweet air of this peach orchard.
    There is too much ease here; these stars treat me too well.
    On this hill, with its view of lit castles, each swung bell
    Is accounting for its cow. I shut my eyes
    And drink the small night chill like news of home.

    ~~~

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