Daily Archives: June 21, 2019

Poezi nga Mimoza Rexhvelaj

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Poezi nga Mimoza Rexhvelaj   Meditim për një çadër E ngulur në rërë Një çadër Më afër ma bjen detin… Me një uverturë të ëmbël Me një logërimë E përkund vetminë… Matanë gardhit me lule Mbi asfalt, Vrapojnë instikte pa … Continue reading →

Inky Interview Special: Mumbai-Based Academic & Author Dr. Sunil Sharma

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Inky Interview Special: Mumbai-Based Academic & Author Dr. Sunil Sharma http://www.inkpantry.com/inky-interview-special-mumbai-based-academic-author-dr-sunil-sharma/?fbclid=IwAR3u87M51zlK2DUK4QkHj7db4o_x7CHLa9n97EyazZKjqoUEfrYlSng0DTE You are a Mumbai based senior academic, critic, literary editor, and author, with 19 published books. Tell us about your literary journey. How did it all begin? Right from … Continue reading →

“Perhaps no person can be a poet, or can even enjoy poetry, without a certain unsoundness of mind” – Thomas B. Macaulay: American essayist and historian 1800-1859 / Review by NilavroNill Shoovro

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“Perhaps no person can be a poet, or can even enjoy poetry, without a certain unsoundness of mind” – Thomas B. Macaulay: American essayist and historian 1800-1859   Review by NilavroNill Shoovro I doubt that most of us would agree … Continue reading →

Poezi nga Isuf S Hoxha

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Poezi nga Isuf S Hoxha   Sërish çelin lulet Luadhit vrapoja pas fluturave ngjitesha degë me degë lisit t’i puth cicërimat dallëndysheve me vese mëngjesi lahesha terem me rrezet e syve tu një yll këputja e buzagaz ngarendja ta stolis … Continue reading →

Poezi nga Fatbardha Sulaj

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Poezi nga Fatbardha Sulaj   Larg bulevardeve mendimi bie në trinitri dhe driton errësirat tona blumesnatave. Larg bulevardeve, kafeneve të zhurshme Larg tymosjes në pabet modern… Ku “i dashur” dehemi me veten dhe përsëritim të njëjtin refren.. Mendimi bie mbi … Continue reading →

MELISSA STUDDARD (USA)

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MELISSA STUDDARD Melissa Studdard is the author of four books, including the poetry collection I Ate the Cosmos for Breakfast and the young adult novel Six Weeks to Yehidah. Her short writings have appeared in a wide variety of journals, magazines, blogs, and anthologies, … Continue reading →

Poems by Jean C Bertrand

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Poems by Jean C Bertrand   Something about you Something about you Amazingly touching hearts The voice of tenderness The magnificent wind Blissful melody, a great pleasure Under the moonlight Interminable passion Something about you You the only one One … Continue reading →

Een virtuele presentatie van een groepsdichtbundel / By Hannie Rouweler

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Een virtuele presentatie van een groepsdichtbundel
By Hannie Rouweler
 
We willen een presentatie houden maar hebben geen geld.
Via messenger Faceboek hebben Geert Zomer en Hannie Rouweler getracht iets te organiseren. Het gaat echt niet, liet Hannie weten, we hebben geen geld om alle reiskosten te betalen van de dichters, en een honorarium voor voordracht, hotelkosten, al helemaal niet.
Geert liet weten dat het te duur wordt om iets te organiseren.
Hannie liet vervolgens weten dat ook niet iedere dichter gratis een bundel kan krijgen. We hebben geen geld en daarom doen we het zo!! VIRTUEEL.
 
(vert. in het Engels: HR)
 
 
A virtual presentation of a group poetry collection
We like to organize a book presentation, but have no money. Geert Zomer and Hannie Rouweler have tried via messenger Faceboek to organize something, today. It really doesn’t work, Hannie said, we have no money to pay all the travel costs of the poets, and a fee for their performances, hotel costs, certainly not. Geert said that it would be too expensive to organize something. Hannie then said that even not each poet could get, for free, a poetry book. We have no money and that’s why we do it this way !! Virtual.
 
(translations Dutch into English: HR)
 
Stemmen van de Laaglanden
Voices from the Lowlands
Demer Press
 
 
INHOUD / CONTENTS
 
STAF DE WILDE
6 Nachtzweet
7 Night sweat
 
woke up again soaked
though you’d let half out
because sleeping naked is not for you
 
and of your dreams you even
forget the shreds: you wake up
like a blank sheet
 
something is happening
but you can’t guess what
 
it doesn’t bother you much,
well, your sweetheart: she must put
more in the washing bin//
 
 
AMY DE LA HAYE
10 Al-Nakba – De Ramp
11 Al-Nakba – The Disaster
12 Mariagemateriaal
13 Marriage material
 
In my unfertilized thought
we return with just our house key
in the pocket exactly as we had left
returning was a never died wish
Hear the melancholy
in the echo of my crying
that echoes in the valley
where the morning sun is a witness //
 
 
JENNY DEJAGER
14 De kooivogel
15 The cage bird
16 Transitie
17 Transition
 
The cage bird is made of air.
It has no obligation to remain silent.
 
Its body is stripped of any illusion.
It cries out for freedom and revolution.
 
It becomes a poet and de-cages.//
 
HANNIE ROUWELER
18 Mijn Zen TV
19 My Zen TV
20 Opnieuw de tuin van mijn vader
21 Again my father’s garden
 
I drink a sip of water that is on the table, open
the book, with almost every wave to my feet I look up, seeing
how everything fills in. The day, the hour, the story, images.
 
POLYNESIA –
Polynesia (πολυ = many, νησος = island, so many islands) is one of the three large
groups of islands in the Pacific that make up Oceania alongside Melanesia and
Micronesia. Roughly it forms a triangle with New Zealand, Hawaii and Easter Island
as corner points. The total land area is around 294,000 km² on a water surface of more
than 50 million km².
In total there are more than 1000 islands that belong to Polynesia.
 
 
MARLEEN DE SMET
22 Augustusmoment
23 August moment
24 Kruisverstuiving
25 Cross-spray
 
Summer will soon be tired
she will cry in an autumn shower.
And I feel the heartbeat
softly in your sleep
your hand as slanting light
sliding down my leg.//
 
 
MATTIE GOEDEGEBUUR
26 Zomerse dag
27 Summer’s day
28 Ont-tooien
29 De-decorate
 
the languid afternoon sun smells
to satisfaction and arranges
wild purple chicory and hay
like a soft boar’s nest
 
the sinking red evening glow looks back
with pleasure to a summer’s day
filled with sunshine and love
heartfelt warmth between you and me//
 
(translated by MG)
 
 
GEERT ZOMER
30 En dat ik je liefheb
31 And that I love you
32 Honey, don’t break my heart
33 Honey, don’t break my heart
 
Honey, don’t break my heart,
when we are never found. When my dreams are not my dreams,
my life is not my life, both inside and outside of my pain. When my sentences reveal their mysteries, our masterpiece never will be written. When you ride through red, follow the blue, take the valley, defy the mountains. When your hand points to a horizon, somewhere far away from where the dream god lives in a dream land, a prince gives his white horse the spurs and poems fall apart in letters, where we ever originated from
 
 
JULIE GODERIS
34 Provence
35 Provence
36 De Noordzee
37 The North Sea
 
Your Mont Ventoux stands out from the rest
and is a rough and capricious child
sucked to the wind.
In the valley by grace of summer screams
the crickets in constantly ascending prayer.
 
And whether there is sufficient attention for the sad
fate of olive trees that give up
the weight of their arms?
Equally, it’s wrong misjudging
regional wine.
Rising temperatures turn
blindly lavender promenades into purple.//
 
 
MARK MEEKERS
38 Schrikbeeld
39 Frightening image
40 Toevlucht
41 Refuge
 
big as beets, ensiled in our chest.
I try to go into your golden ratio and yet
I’m not able to break the limits, you stay
a foreign country and I am just a visitor.
you are the most delicious disease of which
I never healed, I your most brilliant sommelier.
the turbulent water within is getting quiet,
we over-sleep death like two non-people.
 
EINDE VIRTUELE PRESENTATIE / VOORSTELLING.
End of the virtual book presentation