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This tension and dynamism informs Rick's writing allowing it to explore both social and personal change and how these forces interact to form self-image. A regular performer on the London poetry scene since , Rick's love of poetry in all its forms comes with a wide range of influences and gives him a truly liminal voice.
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Manford BlacksherManny Blacksher is a writer, editor, and teacher. Though he grew up inAlabama, he has lived in Montreal and Dublin, Ireland. He felt conformity,Even as the trousers dropped off the pale bones of his knees. Dante and the Man of Blood, 5th Nov. We won! We crushed him to death!
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Howcould they not? We pledge our hearts to confute their short breathswhen cornered—or inspired. SeizingDrew flew recumbent in the ambulancealone. He stood on both feet when we metin Patient Admissions. Missed essays. His wife had tried to endher life. Grinning in class, he heard the Marvell poem,but groaned when I named death. I worked to sellhow raptors love-locked both their lives devour. He fell then, bars ripped off his last safe cell.
Mahnaz Mohafez Although interest in literature has been within me from childhood, Ithink it was a sparkle kindled by John Keats that caused me to notice suchindescribable enthusiasm. As far as I remember, I was able to write shortliterary pieces in my mother tongue Persian from the age of 12, but at notime like the commence of reading literary masterpieces in English especially poetical works by Keats that I understood how marvelouslyliterature could nourish my thirsty soul.
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Following my dreams, I choseEnglish Literature as my major and continued my studies to MA in this field. At the moment I am working on my debut novel-a work with themessuch as quests on true identity.
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Not far from this, I also welcome anyopportunity to collaborate with international literary magazines inpublishing poems, short stories and literary articles. Sweet PresenceBless you, beautiful morning sun! You bestow unspoken happinessWhen you emerge at dawn gentlyThe sorrows of the night are gone. You are an ancient friend of this passionate earthThe very origin of unending benevolence. Let your name be known forever in our heartNever forsake us, nor our memories to part. Rick DoveRick Dove is a London born writer of Ghanaian and mixed Bajan heritage,who began writing poetry during his early secondary schooling, returningto the art form more seriously in later life after being diagnosed withautoimmune disease.
Writing playful, inventive and often deeply personalverse, Rick has been influenced as much by Basho as Bukowski, writing inall forms and meters, and absences of, in order to create somethingnew. A driftMy truant goddess, I am still, where you left me,Unfinished and directionless, epic travail,This abandoned ship, you passed, one night, seductively,A thousand thoughts, now set to sea, in pursuit of beauty,Without a sure to steer by, or star by which to sail.
My truant goddess, I am still, where you left me. So, cut adrift on twilight's seamless, stardust seas. My truant goddess, I am still, where you left meThis abandoned ship, you passed, one night, seductively,Without the gift of endings. Anxiety of the Thought ExperimentI am your breath, laid soft, beside me,On the edge of sleep, half dead, in dreaming,Becalmed, beside myself, and emptyAn apparition, held, in a swell of fantasy,Neither life, nor death is nigh, revealing.
I am your breath, laid soft, beside me,Because you will not look, nor touch, nor see me. I am your breath, laid soft, beside me,Spiralling down, to dark infinity,To quanta est nobis via creeping,Becalmed, beside myself, and empty,Unobserved and undead, you hold me,So familiar, as to breed contempt by being.
I am your breath laid, soft beside meBecalmed, inside myself, and empty. He likes graphic novels and cats. TRIALBy the house of the fat thief,too long ago, you held yourhorse, cried you would take no more,and hooves were rammed against a door. Hinges never take the rap. Bone within a neck can snap. You watch within a cell till late. They measured both your height and weight. Blame Providence. Blame Fate. Feet your drag and swim. You turn the inn. Andthey can sieve the night — the bourgeois night —while all our palaces burn — but they consistin gems and Eucharist.
Hard it rammed and picked you guts right through. Andthey held on till dawn — the bourgeois dawn —while all our palaces bled — but they consistin gems, and Eucharist. He has had over blogs published, many onliterary themes, and he reviews widely, online as well as in magazines; he isan accredited 'Diamond Author' — their highest level — with ezine. Killing PainsHow did I kill him? It was a pan:I held tight and as he turnedIn the kitchen — wham! Rather, 'twas a pin:Three inches of stainless steel,Sharpened to the finest pointThen through the eye and up till A 'ponKilled him — he wandered into one -Like entering a fairy story -Time, time, time struck like once upon