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World Poetry Celebrates Elaine Woo!

Ariadne’s notes: An enchanting afternoon with a dragon, Zeus  and the Monkey King invited and presented by the talented poet Elaine Woo. The World Poetry Team of Ariadne Sawyer, host and producer, co-host Neall Ryon, super engineer Victor Schwartzman  and special volunteer Sharon Rowe welcomed her on the World Poetry Café Radio Show, 100.5 FM from 1-2 pm PST. Featured with a moving  e-poem about a young boy from Aleppo was Robert W. McGregor  and two poems from Kevin Morris from England. A tribute to Nadine Sims by Sharon Rowe was also included and will be read at Nadine’s Celebration of Life.

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  • Photo with scarf presented by a poet on tour from India. Each sequin represents a World Poet, she says.

Elaine Woo is the author of the poetry collection, Cycling with the Dragon, Nightwood Editions, 2014.  Her work is featured in journals in Canada, the US, the U.K., France, and Hong Kong.  A new manuscript is currently in progress about human foibles, featuring bumbling mortals, including herself, the Classical Greek gods, and the Monkey King of Chinese mythology in fictitious exploits. To order her book, Cycling with the Dragon, go to http://www.nightwoodeditions.com/?page_id=842

This poem is from her upcoming  book:

“Precariously oof loping oof, an oyster oof coating intruding nuggets of conscience, oof the Monkey King scuffed, rippled, scraped, scratched his rough chest and crown; under arched eyebrows of dust, oof to bring order his kingdom in a cave. Why vacillate so much between resentment and hatred?

Sure, Sister-Monkey hid his stash of armor for 20 years with one of the Sea Kings. Oof-oof-oof. Okay, so she selfishly and arrogantly prevented him from invading a neighbouring mountain. He deserved pearls of respect not this goading reminder. He should demote her to cave janitor.
Oof-oof-ooooooful
Through Monkey ’s slow combustion, the haze of memory emerged: an intruder threatened their kingdom, Mountain Garden of the Waterfall Cave. His habit of feeding the shark of disdain with bloody morsels, meant he didn’t bother his sister with news of the incoming invasion. She suffered owwwf gross injuries.

Beneath his fingernails, blood burst forth where he dug the hardest owwwwwh….
Upsetting his teacup, he stretched his occasionally 6-foot forearm to pluck his mobile phone from its reclining spot by the chopping board. Dialing, he realized he needed her was sucked by an undertow of gratitude.

This time memory kicked his butt: when stricken with the overreach of greed, and avarice, she bowed low offered him solace of a hundred fanning female monkeys to cool his red ember brow.”

Elaine Woo (C) All rights reserved.

 

World Poetry Celebrates Kevin Morris!

Ariadne’s Notes: On January 26, 1-2 pm,  on CFRO, 100.5 FM, the World Poetry Café Radio Show with producer and host, Ariadne Sawyer, co-host Neall Ryon, super tech Victor Schwartzman and special volunteer, Sharon Rowe  welcomed the poet Kevin Morris from England. He read his beautiful and profound poems on the show and talked about his life as a blind person and how it has influenced his poetry and senses. You can reach him at https://newauthoronline.com/

Also on the show was the music of Mike Jones and special e-poems by Wida  Taursif, Afghanistan, Australia   and Hongri Yuan from China.

To hear Kevin on the show: CLICK HERE!

 

Kevin Morris and Trigger Small

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kevin Morris was born in Liverpool (UK) on 6 January 1969.

Kevin lost the majority of his eyesight at 18-months-old due to a blood clot.

He is a braille user and has happy memories of leafing through “The Oxford Book of English Verse” and other poetry collections in the school library.

 Kevin read history and politics at University College Swansea and graduated with a BA (joint hons) and a MA in political theory.

In 1994 Kevin moved to London where he now lives and works. He began writing poetry in 2012. Most of Kevin’s poems can be found on his website, https://newauthoronline.com/ which also contains links to his published works.  His Twitter account:  https://twitter.com/drewdog2060

Much of Kevin’s poetry is inspired by the environment. He lives close to an historic park in the Upper Norwood/Crystal Palace area (a suburb of London). Upper Norwood derives it’s name from the Great North Wood and remains of the greenest parts of greater London.

Being visually impaired Kevin uses Job Access with Speech or JAWS software which converts text into speech and braille enabling him to use a standard Windows computer or laptop. You can also contact Kevin at: newauthoronline.wordpress.com

Shadows

“On such a day, when the winter sun

Casts my shadow upon yonder wall,

It is difficult to recall

That all

This will, one day be done.

In future will some other one, sitting here, and seeing their shadow  fall

Upon this self-same wall,

Know that they may not forestall the  night

When dancing shadows are,

forever lost from sight.”

Kevin Morris (C) All rights reserved.

World Poetry Celebrates Lyne Beringer from Alaska!

Ariadne’s Notes: On December 8, 1:00 pm. PST, CFRO 100.5 FM, Hosts Ariadne Sawyer and Neall Ryon with super engineer, Victor Schwartzman and volunteer Sharon Rowe welcomed the incomparable Lyne Beringer , our first poet from Alaska with her new book Alaskan Vogue . It was so much fun to talk to her and hear stories about Alaska!

Music by Mary Youngblood and Andy Vine.

Special E-poet: Kevin Morris from England  with his poem: My Old Clock I Wind. He will be a featured poet on the radio show, Jan. 12th. Please send any questions you have for him to ariadnes@uniserve.com  His links: Kevin writes: https://newauthoronline.com/, which contains many examples of my poetry. Also, if possible could a link to my latest collection of poetry, “Refractions” be added”. https://www.amazon.com/Refractions-K-MORRIS-ebook/dp/B01L5UC2H2.”

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 Lyne writes: “I never thought the word “writer” would be used to describe me and the thoughts that tumble out of my head onto paper.  It’s a new me, giving away words all neatly packaged up in rhyme.”    

 I have lived in the interior of Alaska off and on for nearly twenty years.  Alaska gets in your blood. It lures you in then takes your soul hostage, becoming part of who you are, who you become. Every summer, the days are warm, long, and inviting.  Tourists descend in droves, racing toward the next adventure, and a rich, colorful history provides plenty of businesses with trinkets to sell the Alaskan nostalgia.  Anything seems possible when you are standing outside at midnight and the stars are nowhere to be found. That is until winter rolls back around.

 I live and write in Fairbanks, a place where in winter, temperatures can hit -60° and darkness is a daily companion for months.  It can and does play tricks on the mind.  Throw in an independent, willful woman, with enough relationship blunders and baggage to sink a ship, and presto, words begin to spill all over anything that can be written on; words that are my salvation.

 From sane to crazy and everywhere in between, that’s what Alaskan Vogue is. It’s my thoughts, carefully crafted in order to deliver my truth at any cost, and it’s how I buy my way out of a self imposed nether world.  Alaskan Vogue is my story, my gift to the universe.

Fun Facts About Lyne : I live in Fairbanks Alaska. I’m divorced (4 times)I have 2 grown daughters and 4 grandchildren. I have 3 dogs. I work in the Aviation industry. I’m an amateur photographer. Alaskan Vogue” will be a first for me in publishing. I was first featured as author of the day through CTU 2/28/

“I never thought the word “writer” would be used to describe me and the thoughts that tumble out of my head onto paper.  It’s a new me, giving away words all neatly packaged up in rhyme.”    

To order:

Lyne Beringer ~ Author © “Alaskan Vogue… Poetry From the Land of Ice and Shadows”

http://www.ctupublishinggroup.com/lyne-beringer.html http://www.section8magazine.com/

alaskanvogue.mx , Amazon .com

“Only a mountain has lived long enough to listen objectively to the howl of a wolf….”

Aldo Leopold


The Original Arctic Queen

You ask who am I
I promise to try
To help you to understand
Come here and sit by me boy
I’m gonna make you my toy
I am the ruler of all the land
A heart forged out of ice
I don’t like to play nice
I must have total control
I’ll help you believe
What your eyes really see
When I dismantle a couple of souls
I can call on the winds
Coax out all of your sins
Bring your mind right up to the edge
The end of your life
Brought forth by the knife
Unless obedience you earnestly pledge
The sun is fading away
You must beg me to stay
Free will is now way out of sight
It’s bitterly cold
Watch the magic unfold
As darkness replaces the light
Bought and then sold
For the price of some gold
Quite cheap and rather obscene
And by now you should know
I command ice and snow
I am the cunning Arctic Queen

Lyne Beringer (C)