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The Swan

Did you see the swan drifting

under the bridge next to Harvey’s Café, Sarah

just before sunrise

and Autumn tainted the skies

fluting and sighing

as the heaven began streaming

red caked with yellow strips

Did you hear the wind

silhouetting half of breath

over the fading light

before descending without a pause

as the swan slipped into the crack

pushed there by the soft current

baked in samurai shadows?

Did you see its wings suddenly flap

in a soft palatial rumble

splashing water like a shower like moon

briskly with an abstruse beauty

opening nature’s curtains for another day

with a crash instead of a half-asleep silence

witnessing autumn pull away from summer.

(After Mary Oliver)

Bio:

Andy N is the Author of four full length poetry collections, the most recent being 'the streets were all we could see'

and 'the birth of autumn'.

He hosts the Podcast 'Spoken Label', and co-runs further Podcast such as 'Reading in Bed', 'Comics Unity' and 'Koll, Andy N and Amanda'.

He also does ambient music under the name of Ocean in a Bottle.

Official website

http://www.onewriterandhispc.blogspot.co.uk/

Andy N

on Facebook (Official page)

https://www.facebook.com/andynstorytellerpoet/

Ocean in a Bottle (ambient music)

on Facebook

https://www.facebook.com/Ocean-in-a-bottle-802773986422467/

on band-camp

https://oceaninabottle.bandcamp.com/

Podcasts Series:

Spoken Label (Ongoing Podcast currently weekly or bi weekly

features chats and sessions with lots of writers, artists and musicians)

On Bandcamp, iTunes/Apple, Anchor, Spotify, GooglePodcasts,

Pocket casts, Youtube, RadioPublic, Castbox, Overcast, Castro, Breaker

Facebook group - https://www.facebook.com/groups/1640184132900821/

Reading in Bed (Monthly Podcast on Book Reviews with Amanda Steel -

usually a hour long or so) on the following networks - Bandcamp, Breaker,

Radiopublic, Anchor, Spotify, Youtube, Anchor, Castbox,

GooglePodcasts, Overcast, Castro

Facebook group -https://www.facebook.com/groups/readinginbed/

#3 and last part of our Sculpturing Series

GIGO

belligerent origins of waste ablaze in bonfire

spewing eternal flames of flared gas from draconian chimney

rising to the heavens in soot and particles

provoking acidic rainfall, yes mother earth gives gigo with reckless abandon

plastic dumpling bubbles litter the seas in plethora

ocean cum dumpsite of non-biodegradable decommissioning

oil barrels disposed offshore drop after drop refusing to cease

aquatic life depleted by milestones and yardsticks

intense heat waves in their stride have come

voluminous floods fill the trenches breaking down floodgates

windbreaks now decertified

you receive what you give

the earth cries uncontrollably refusing to be comforted

the seas rage without fail displaying utmost displeasure

you receive what you give

garbage in, garbage out

By Yewande Adebowale

On The Other Side Of The Mirror

All of us are running backwards into yesterday.

A land of the left hand, perspective is cast free.

Time and death pose prettily.

Dust motes set off in a southerly direction.

On the other side of the mirror

is a door that must never be opened.

A door like quicksilver, like a breath

between the light and dark dimensions.

It’s after midnight there, always,

the mirror a windowpane demons peer through.

They see us in our downy beds

and are consumed with grievous envy.

Hello, Poets Unplugged. It’s me, the writer/sculptor Guinotte Wise with a second sculpture episode. It’s about one piece this time, a sculpture titled...Angel Tired of Avenging.

I made this for the main sculpture at a solo show at The Hilliard Gallery in Kansas City. We did a postcard, featuring this piece and it sold from that postcard. The folks who bought it never saw it at the gallery.

They have a dining room of glass and steel cantilevered out over a wooded area, and this angel stands at the end, facing the long table. Whoever sits at the head of the table has the angel looming behind them. Eight feet tall.

Protecting them. From bad dinner guests maybe.

Angel has two sets of hands. One set is involved with the chrome wings and holding her face shield which is a vintage diving suit porthole.

The other is flat against the angel’s flowing robes as if to signify “I’m done with all this avenging business.”

If you look closely, there’s an Uzi semiautomatic weapon partially visible in the angel’s cloak. It’s an expensive replica with a working action, so, just to be sure, I welded that shut. The barrel, too.

I take a lot of guns off the street and disable them. They make great sculpture parts. The meat cleaver at the bottom finishes the sweep of her skirt material and says “I ain’t kiddin’ around, people.”

Other parts include a brake tester as her WWF belt buckle. A bandolier of 50 caliber shells floats in her skirt. The wings are made of cut-up Volkswagen bumpers circa 1980.

Her backpack has two jets disguised as Buell Harley mufflers.

That’s it. If you ever have dinner at this guy’s house, don’t make a false move. The angel is armed.

Next episode is another angel titled Magister Patronum.

That means major protector more or less in Latin.

And that concludes this sculpture episode, unplugged poets. Contact Sophi if you’d like to come on board with some art.

‘Bye for now. Stay safe and socially distant.

I-U=Peace Squared

You abandoned me

Love don’t live here anymore

Devastation took its place

For this I could not brace

No remnants of us, not even a trace

It’s as if we never were

I just don’t understand Sir

You turned your back

Understanding was the lack

No explanation

Of your final destination

FKF were the words you relayed

All along I was getting played

Like a thief in the night

You became completely out of sight

For my kids and I you could care less

Our Family...Our Brand you made a mess

I would have never imagined I must confess

My downfall was your pre-meditation

Sadly this became my realization

Fighting back the tears

From all the invested years

I stood the test of time

Always putting forth my last dime

Chivalry was a stranger

My heart was in danger

No fairy-tale here

Yet happily ever after was and is my claim to fame

You and I

We are not the same

My soul you attempted to eliminate

But to God I began to gravitate

Adjusting to the new equation

I minus you equals peace squared

Peace will forever more be my addend and sum

Doesn’t take rocket science

You added pain

Multiplied sorrow

Subtracted the very essence of me

The me God intended for me to be

Every situation-ship

Relationship too comes with a lesson and at times a cost

It is the hope that you don’t find yourself lost

Not knowing the very core of your own individuality

The stakes are high

I cannot deny

Everything presented I now see was a lie

Sometimes I just thought I would die

This death had to occur

So that my rebirth and reprogram could occur

Enigmatic Mahogany Bio

Born in Birmingham, Alabama, as far back as she can remember Enigmatic Mahogany has been writing poetry to express her innermost emotions. She delivered her first oral presentation as a freshman at Tennessee State University where she studied Speech Communications Theater, Radio and Television. During her time at Tennessee State University she created an event entitled XpressionZ, in which she provided a platform for all artists to express themselves in various genres. Expressing herself would turn out to be the thing Mahogany does best. Whether expressing herself through her poetic pen, via music, or hosting radio broadcasts like Lady L In The Wet Zone for WTST Radio.

It was following obtaining her Bachelors Degree at Tennessee State University, that Mahogany began to fully pursue her innermost passion - poetry. XpressionZ, an online group established on Facebook, was re-birthed as a platform for artists to express themselves. After becoming more familiar with Facebook and the various venues provided for poets worldwide Mahogany began to incorporate online radio shows as part of tapping into her passion and honing in on her craft. It is during this time of exploring her abilities that various doors began to open. She found herself serving as Social Chapter President of the world recognized P.O.E.T. (People Of Extraordinary Talent) organization P.O.E.T. is one of the most elite entertainment groups in the mid-west for Spoken Word Poetry. Not only did she hold the position of Social Chapter President, but 2013 and 2014, Mahogany also worked with P.O.E.T.’s National Poetry Award Winning Radio Station as its station manager and host of the show “Inspirational XpressionZ”, which aired weekly over the web and mobile devices. The broadcast gave artists from near and far an opportunity to inspire others with their 

Poem 35. 29.3.20

SILVER LINING

By H Biali

A sharp blow was dealt

our Civilization,

it is felt in every Nation,

Life as we know it

has come to a virtual Halt,

whether by evil machination

or natural mutation,

Mankind suffers losses

beyond any imagination

of just a few weeks ago!

However, the Human Spirit

rises to this occasion

of Lockdown, Scarcities,

Sickness and Isolation!

Kindness, Community Spirit,

Helpfulness and

new Appreciation

of simple things happen

in many different locations!

We pray, meditate and postulate

that Gaia, with Fauna, Flora,

Water and Air is with us onto

Healing and Regeneration!

Narrated by Sophia Behal

Hello, poets unplugged and anyone listening this is going to be something a little different...the first in what might be a series on Poets Unplugged, and an opportunity for other sculptors and artists.

I’m a poet, writer, sculptor—and this episode is about sculpture.

What I’m asking you to do is go to a website, and I’ll talk about each piece of ten sculptures for a few seconds

not long ten-twelve seconds each

l’ve got so much stuff on the site that it could take forever so I’ll just do the first ten pieces, okay?

the website address is wisesculpture.com

(spell wisesculpture)

while you’re looking up the site, I’ll just tell you a little about my work—it’s mostly welded steel. I use anything weldable and some material that’s not—like glass, rubber, wood.

And it usually happens in the process. The materials guide me. The steel tells me what to do.

A dallas art magazine called me a cross between John Chamberlain and Rube Goldberg. I like that. A lot of my work looks like it’s going to do something in the next few seconds—like you maybe should get out of the way.

you should be able to just google wisesculpture.com or you can put www in front of it, either way it’ll get there

now when you get to the site a popup will...pop up, and you can subscribe if you want to

the red car is my hot rod cruiser, 1949 ford with a 1988 mercury engine. A sculpture all in itself to us car guys.

it’s like the car I had in high school a very very long time ago

anyway, get that out of the way by either signing up, or clicking the X in the upper right hand corner

Then you’ll see the first piece of sculpture.

it’s non representational.

but it’s as good a use of space as anything I’ve ever done.

It’s part of a car, some chrome, part of a road sign.

Click anywhere to the right of it, or on that little sign that says next.

Number two is called Benelli because it uses a part of a Bennelli motorcycle.

It’s a wall hanging, stainless steel, about one foot by 18 inches.

next

Three is a rocket ship.

It’s about two feet tall.

It was to be in a solo show in Kansas City but a guy walked in, saw it in a corner where I’d unloaded it, bought it on the spot for his son who was a rocket scientist in Los Angeles.

Four

This is called Tyke’s Gatling. All of this stuff is welded steel, most of it.

This one is in a gallery in Santa Monica.

Five. Blue horse and blue wagon.

He’s uncomfortable on that wagon. And pissed at me for putting

him there.

Six. Inspired by Louise Nevelson. She’s a genius. Look her up.

I Call this one monochromatic. People don’t get it. I love this one.

Gallery goers don’t even look at it.

Maybe they think it’s part of the HVAC.

Seven

Balanced investments. This was a commission for an outfit called Frontier Wealth Management and it’s in their lobby. It’s about fifteen feet long. Can you find the airport landing light?

Eight

Hommage a Baron Samedi. He was the new Orleans voodoo guy.

About four feet tall. It has a couple of real pistols in it, what they called Saturday night specials, a necklace, an art deco lighter, an I.D. bracelet, a laudanum bottle, 30’s stuff.

Nine

Cutting Cane.

Made from a Tupelo tree from the Louisiana bayou, and a cane cutter.

And Ten

A wall hanging made from auto metals and a spotlight.

Hope you enjoyed the tour. Keep going—there are a lot more.

Any questions, comments, use the comment form on the site—I always answer.

Thanks for listening and watching.

Stay safe and well.

Andy N is the Author of four full length poetry collections, the most recent being 'the streets were all we could see'

and 'the birth of autumn'.

He hosts the Podcast 'Spoken Label', and co-runs further Podcast such as 'Reading in Bed', 'Comics Unity' and 'Koll, Andy N and Amanda'.

He also does ambient music under the name of Ocean in a Bottle.

Official website

http://www.onewriterandhispc.blogspot.co.uk/

Andy N

on Facebook (Official page)

https://www.facebook.com/andynstorytellerpoet/

Ocean in a Bottle (ambient music)

on Facebook

https://www.facebook.com/Ocean-in-a-bottle-802773986422467/

on bandcamp

https://oceaninabottle.bandcamp.com/

LUMNS Bio:

I LOVE MUSIC. I am married to Music and engaged to The Bassline;

www.facebook.com/bunnybuttons

www.wix.com/bunevd/bune

www.dnblovefoundation.moonfruit.com