Eat the Storms – The Podcast – Episode 13

The divinely delightful Damien B. Donnelly has a podcast–because he’s insanely, multi-talented, so of course he does! I’m honored to be on this week’s episode, along with poets Serge Neptune, Kari Flickinger, Annick Yerem.

Eat The Storms

Podcast available on Spotify, Google Podcasts, Apple Podcasts, Anchor, Breaker and many more platforms

This episode aired on 28th November 2020 and I was joined by poets Merril D. Smith, Serge Neptune, Kari Flickinger, Annick Yerem. The links to their websites, blogs or Twitter pages are all listed below…

Merril D Smith is on Instagram at @merril_mds and you can find Merril on WordPress with linbks to here books here…

https://merrildsmith.com/

Serge Neptune is on Twitter at @mermanpoet and his book is published by Broken Sleep Books and available here…

https://www.brokensleepbooks.com/product-page/serge-neptune-these-queer-merboys

ElisaKari Flickinger is on Twitter at @KariFlickinger and can be found at her website…

And you can find her collection at Femme Salve Books…

Annick Yerem is on Twitter as @missyerem and you can also find her at her blog…

https://missyerem.wordpress.com/

My debut collection Eat the Storms is available…

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The Great Escape

Sharing this from Jane to help others struggling with the new WP blocks.

Jane Dougherty Writes

Mike Powell has just proved that he is not only a talented photographer and knows his stuff about birds and insects (go and look, here). He is also a technical detective/wizard/ferret. Alone, single handed and with only his patience and curiosity and the tenacity of a terrier, he has discovered the way, in a single click, to circumvent the blocks.

For those of us who use Mac and Word, it has been impossible to get the new editor to accept a post formatted in the way we see it in Word. It strips it of spacing where we do want it and adds double spaces between the lines of poetry where we don’t.

To avoid this mess, and to avoid having anything to do with the blocks at all, simply write your post/poem in Word, copy, open a WP new post, don’t bother choosing a block, just paste using…

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Hate, Love, Hate, Love

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Blue Mood with Pegasus clouds racing across the sky. Delaware River at Red Bank Battlefield, National Park, NJ ©️ Merril D. Smith 2020

Monday Morning Musings:

“Your voices matter, your dreams matter, your lives matter. Be the roses that grow in the concrete.” –Angie Thomas, The Hate U Give

“There’s a saying in Hebrew, ‘No matter how dark the tapestry God weaves for us, there’s always a thread of grace.”—Mary Doria Russell, A Thread of Grace

 

Glowing ships on the aquamarine sea,

Moon and Venus shine their beacons–

 

Farewell night!

The moon smiles a crooked grin,

 

and Venus titters

such fools, these mortals be.

 

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I hate everyone, she says to me.

Well, not you—not my family—

 

and I know what she means, because I feel it, too,

the constant barrage of evil and ignorance,

 

people who refuse to wear masks,

who spread misinformation,

 

and insist they’re not racist while sharing racist posts—

the people, who like black holes, swallow the light,

 

but not all of it.

 

Sigh. Breathe. Walk. Begin again—

 

as each day does–

the sun rises, even if we don’t see it

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shining over the horizon

waking the world

 

again and again,

though some never awaken

 

to see the world around them,

its beauty

 

flowing on a river of hope

reflected over and over

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Delaware River at Red Bank Battlefield, National Park, NJ. ©️Merril D. Smith 2020

a dream

of what was and what could be.

 

Some of the things I’ve seen on my morning walks this week:

These mushrooms that look like umbrellas set up for fairies.

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Deer and red-tailed hawks this morning.

 

On Friday nights, we get together virtually with our children and their spouses. We light the Sabbath candles and share the things that we’re grateful for.

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Saturday night homemade pizza and movie night

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Lots of baking

Merril’s Movie Club: We watched The Hate U Give. (Amazon Prime with an additional slight fee, but I believe it’s on other streaming platforms.) We both thought it was a very good movie, and I highly recommend it. It’s based on a YA novel of the same name. It gets very intense, but in a thoughtful, nuanced way. Here’s a review in The New Yorker. We finished Season 3 of Bordertown, which I mentioned last week. I’m happy that apparently Season 4 is in the works.

I’m rereading Mary Doria Russell’s A Thread of Grace, a historical novel set in WWII Italy. She’s an author who does her research, but also tells a good story with captivating characters. Another story that seems timely when read now.

And this–unconditional love.

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Is it All?

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Vincent van Gogh, Starry Night Over the Rhone

 

Is it all

a dark dance? Fools laugh

from a vast

emptiness—

hearts or brain? I remember

stars’ light lingers long–

 

time’s magic

seen after it’s gone–

heart’s-fire,

black-erased,

loss and embraced balanced, moon-

aches and pink roses

 

beneath a blue sky–

both ifs existing

in time and

in dreams, we

soar through diamond-sprayed skies, sing

with stars. Shine, reborn.

 

 

My message from the Oracle in a Shadorma sequence, also for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday challenge. 

 

 

 

 

Flowers Again and Again

In guarded gardens, flowers grow

ordered, only the fittest fit–

 

tethered and trellis-trained

conserved, cared for, chromatic beauties

 

we pay to see

this oasis between highway deserts.

 

Yet, the unguarded blooms, guileless,

persistent, propagating

 

through buzzed bees and birds’ peck,

specks drop, imbed, again.

 

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Wildflowers and plants, West Deptford, NJ

For dVerse,where Victoria asks us to write about gardens in a quadrille. Top photos are of a trip to Longwood Gardens one February about 10 years ago on my husband’s birthday. We had a freak warm spell with temperatures in the 70s F by the afternoon. It snowed the next day.

I’ve been doing lots of walking, and I often take pictures of the wildflowers growing all around my part of the world.

 

 

 

 

More on Secrets

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Ripples and reflections on the Delaware River at Red Bank Battlefield. Driftwood on the beach.  ©️Merril D. Smith, 2020

Monday Morning Musings:

“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”

–Roald Dahl

 

There’s magic in a flower that suddenly appears

unplanted by a human hand,

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This just appeared one day in our garden one day.

standing alone or scattered

to glow, new stars, comets, meteorites that fall

leaving their imprint for a brief moment

before floating away

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Delaware River at West Deptford, NJ, August 2020 ©️Merril D. Smith

on river currents, secrets of time and ghost whispers drift

on ripples

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A stone toss ripple in the Delaware River. ©️Merril D. Smith 2020

endless and infinite–

light that is always there–

 

even if we don’t see it,

like the magic of a flower,

 

the evanescence of a puddle,

a world existing in a moment—

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Puddle Reflection

clouds part and merge again

grey becomes blue becomes grey

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Water Lilies and reflections at rain garden at West Deptford Public Library ©️Merril D. Smith 2020

a mosquito strafes your face, a lone bomber

soon joined by a squadron,

 

the secret out in the open and not pleasant—

but magic moments

 

that you stumble upon,

like a secret path

 

those are wondrous, grace-filled seconds–

blink and you miss the magic,

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Deer Family at Red Bank Battlefield, National Park, NJ

but it will come again,

perhaps when you least expect it.

 

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Merril’s Movie Club: We watched the movie Dear Ex (Netflix). It’s a 2018 Taiwanese movie, a domestic comedy-drama about a young man whose deceased father left his insurance benefits to his male lover. I’d give it 3 stars. It was sweet and poignant, once you get to the backstory that explains more about the characters and the secrets they kept or didn’t know about. My dad would have been 101 yesterday. I’m sure he had some secrets that we’ll never know. He did love Chinese food though, so it seems appropriate that we ate it on his birthday eve.

We’re on Season Three of Bordertown. It’s also on Netflix. My husband and I are both really enjoying this show, and we will miss these characters once we’ve finished it. There are the usual gruesome murders and cases (but the show is good at not showing the gore or graphic violence), but we come to really care about Kari Sorjonen and his family and colleagues.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I forgot to reblog this one posted at the end of July. Thanks Freya. Now towards the end of summer, it seems funny to be thinking of spring.

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Persephone skips–

flowers burst from waking earth

robin sings spring song

© Merril D. Smith 2020

Merril D. Smith hears the poems whispered by the wind, sung by birds, and played with by cats.

This haiku is part of our Dancing Goddess theme.

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Cycles

“Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth.” Herman Hesse

 

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Driftwood at Red Bank Battlefield, National Park, NJ.©️Merril D. Smith 2020

 

Midnight owl shadows

rodent in sharp talons—

seed drops on damp ground

 

seed becomes tree

roots link to other roots—

earth secrets shared

 

treetop flutters

crow warns of hawk–

black wings cross the sky

 

charcoal clouds

wind whipped waves–

the snap of a branch

 

branch drifts

time and tide-bleached

rests on riverbank

 

green boughs

lean to kiss the water clouds–

whispers, seeds fall

 

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Reflections on Delaware River, West Deptford, NJ ©️Merril D. Smith 2020

Frank has asked us to write a haiku sequence for dVerse. I think haiku are really difficult to write. I’m not sure if this works.  I’m also linking this to Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday prompt, using the Herman Hesse quote above as a theme.