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ALAN BRITT has been nominated for the 2021 International Janus Pannonius Prize awarded by the Hungarian Centre of PEN International for excellence in poetry from any part of the world. Previous nominated recipients include Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Charles Bernstein and Yves Bonnefoy. Preferring to “lean and loafe at his ease,” he is troubled by the corruption and ambivalence that permeates the Great Experiment, so politically speaking he has started the Commonsense Party, which ironically to some sounds radical. He believes the US should stop invading other countries to relieve them of their natural resources including tin, copper, bananas, diamonds, and oil, also that it’s time to eliminate corporate entitlements and reduce military spending in order to properly educate its citizenry, thereby reducing crime and strengthening the populace in the manner that the Constitution envisioned. He is quite fond of animals both wild and domestic and supports prosecuting animal abusers. As a member of PETA, he is disgusted by factory farming and decorative fur. A graduate of the Johns Hopkins Writing Seminars he now teaches English/Creative Writing at Towson University- (Blurb by Legendary Poet Alan Britt).





They have named a bridge after Walt.


A massive extension of steel

& persistent weight.


This bridge connects daily lives

& supports the multitudes

nonstop 24 hours a day.


Walt would surely be proud.


But the true bridge,

the one he created

from our lives to the infinite,

is the one I’m crossing now

between the shores of my solitude.







You gotta understand,

that’s how he lived,

perhaps the first Beat

to strut the sidewalks

of Harlem.


Well, there was Whitman,

then Lorca came along.


But Langston always saw something

unique in a blindfolded world

that tormented him so.


His poems were rubies

smashed against the wall of fate

in a bigoted crap game.


His voice was a crow

stuffed inside the silken breast pocket

of misery.


His poems were shards

of blood spattered

all across the huge white hands

of America








Tyger dragonflies—her hair amid

a gust during 3rd grade recess sets me

to dreaming of rescuing preschool

crush’s hair like dried tobacco while

riding a bareback granite stallion

that requires no maintenance,

no oats, no hay, no excuses.


Initial commands sketchy

when nuclear weapons

entered the conversation,

head beneath plywood desktop,

body curled like armadillo

scale by scale, link by link,

into the vault, a dream of sorts,

but vault all the same,

accountants disappearing in quicksand,

rulers on roller skates behind Smithsonian

plate glass, behind the advertising cartel all

smiles ripe for orthodontic ads—reminds

me of lavender-dipped-in-opium

perfume intoxicating the rail-splitter

in me—I had two cows, maybe,

six goats, & three mangy dogs,

for sure—I had some chickens

won in a euchre contest—feathers

flew, eggs hard to come by—but

I inherited something cherished

by primordial DNA—I found love,

or it found me—either way, from

this day forward I’ll spread

poetry like Johnny Apple

spread his seeds.






(And what would Karen Silkwood say to you,

 I mean if she was still alive?)

~Gil Scott-Heron


Fed flanked by elected officials

enters a bank, canvas bag & Glock

cocked with insane rounds.


White tombstones.

Sulfur wind through skeleton elms

& moonlight like crushed roach tablets

across the buttocks of the vicar

in charge of potluck luncheons,

in charge of elections, in charge

of those in charge of nothing. That

hurts: charged for nothing in return,

charged for being charged for following,

charged for snapping elbows

& wishbones for the Inquisition, charged

for grievances between cheetah &

zebra stallion shattering vocal chord

with one intellectual hoof, charged

for falling in love, charged for being

there, charged for not being there,

charged for flying too close,

charged for being in the right place

at the wrong time (karma),

charged for being charged, charged

for daydreaming pomegranate

tentacles for fantasy fish 12 miles

below sunlight, charged for allowing

oneself to be charged (see Fred Douglass),

charged for the ocean, charged for Neptune’s rings,

charged for ashes in the eyes of immigrant

grandmothers & daughters on the verge

of committing themselves before they’re

ready, years before bridges constructed

by desperate #2 for the hierarchy,

toxic mind & years before there were years,

so many years before that.


Across the ceiling a two-way uncoils then

unbuttons her blouse for humanity after a session

with confession, after mint lip smudges

bottom lip, top lip lop-siding

bottom lip pulsating cocaine

onto tongue that chose the life

of a heretic rather than quiver

in the garden like a tuxedo cat named

Lilith with eyes of avocado knives

slicing white shadows from the years

between us, years between hand-cranked

pumps of the heart during drought,

during dreams of droughts, during a drought

of dreams dreaming that droughts appear

without warning from a magician’s top

hat as leopard print bikini juggles your balls

across the river that Moses restored to sanity,

across the Delaware & Delaware’s insidious tolls,

across synapses dislocated by traditional lightning

flinched from Texas floods made from cellphones

dangling a cask of amontillado or cashmere

squirting juices through stained glass fingernails,

across the tundra that shivers the shingles

from each house housing two dogs & two children,

I say two dogs & the children our children bring

to the table sans futures & real estate gone viral,

no longer Conestoga, no longer remotely close

to what those who perished in ’76 stood for.




 ALAN BRITT  teaches creative writing, poetry and composition. He is committed to combining multi-media, student participation, along with a little fun to enhance the learning environment in his classes.Educated at the University of Tampa and The Johns Hopkins University, Alan has published poetry, flash fiction, essays and interviews worldwide in such publications as Agni, Bitter Oleander, Christian Science Monitor, Confrontation, English Journal, Epoch, Flint Hills Review, Gradiva (Italy), Greensboro Review, International Gallerie(India), Kansas Quarterly, Magyar Naplo (Hungary), Midwest Quarterly, Minnesota Review, New Letters, Pacific Review, Pedrada Zurda (Ecuador), Poet’s Market, Puerto del Sol, Queen’s Quarterly (Canada), Revista Solar (Mexico), Rosebud, Second Aeon (Wales), Sou’wester, Steaua (Romania), Writers’ Journal, plus the anthologies, Vapor transatlántico (Transatlantic Steamer, a bi-lingual anthology of Latin American and North American writers), Hofstra University Press/Fondo de Cultura Económica de Mexico/Universidad Nacional Mayor de San Marcos de Peru, Fathers: Poems About Fathers,St. Martin’s Press, and Weavings 2000: The Maryland Millennial Anthology, Forest Woods Media Productions, Inc., St. Mary’s College, MD.His recent books of poetry are Parabola Dreams (2013), Alone with the Terrible Universe (2011), Greatest Hits (2012), Hurricane (2012), Vegetable Love (2009),Vermilion (2006), Infinite Days (2003), Amnesia Tango (1998) and Bodies of Lightning (1995).His Library of Congress interview with for The Poet and the Poem aired on Pacifica Radio in January, 2013. He presented “Modern Trends of U.S. Poetry” and read original poetry at The VII International Writers’ Festival, Val-David, Canada in May, 2013. Recent readings include the Maysles Cinema in Harlem/NYC, the World Trade Center Tribute WTC Visitors Center in Manhattan/NYC, the Wilmer Jennings Gallery in the East Village/NYC, and New Jersey City University’s Ten Year 9/11 Commemoration in Jersey City, NJ. He was the Panel Chair for Poetry Studies and Creative Poetry and participating poet for the PCA/ACA conference in Boston, 2007.He lives in Reisterstown, Maryland, with his wife, one Bouviers des Flandres, one Bichon Frise, and two formerly feral cats.




MBIZO CHIRASHA is a UNESCO -RILA Affiliate Artist( FREEDOM SPEECH Fellow at PEN- Zentrum Deutschland. Poet in Residence at the Fictional Café (International publishing and literary digital space). 2019 Sotambe Festival Live Literature Hub and Poetry Café Curator. 2019 African Fellow for the International Human Rights Art Festival( ) , Essays Contributor to Monk Art and Soul Magazine in United Kingdom .Arts Features Writer at the International Cultural Weekly .Featured Writer Poet Activist at The Poet A Day( Core Team Member and African Contributor to Bezine of Arts and Humanities( in USA. Flash/Short Fiction Writer for Squawk Back Publication( Writer( Africa) to IHRAF Publishes- Originator of the Zimbabwe We Want Poetry Campaign. Curator of MiomboPublishing Blog Journal( Founder and Chief Editor of WOMAWORDS LITERARY PRESS. Founder and Curator of the Brave Voices Poetry Journal. Co-Editor of Street Voices Poetry trilingual collection(English , African Languages and Germany) initiated by Andreas Weiland in Germany. Poetry Contributor to in Belgium. African Contributor to DemerPress International Poetry Book Series in Netherlands. African Contributor to the World Poetry Almanac Poetry Series in Mongolia. His latest 2019 collection of experimental poetry A LETTER TO THE PRESIDENT was released by Mwanaka Media and Publishing and is both in print, on and at is featured at African Books Collective. 2003 Young Literary Arts Delegate to the Goteborg International Book Fair Sweden (SIDA AFRICAN PAVILION) .2009 Poet in Residence of the International Conference of African Culture and Development (ICACD) in Ghana. 2009 Fellow to the inaugural UNESCO- Africa Photo- Novel Publishers and Writers Training in Tanzania. 2015 Artist in Residence of the Shunguna Mutitima International Film and Arts Festival in Livingstone, Zambia. A globally certified literary arts influencer, Writer in Residence and Recipient of the EU-Horn of Africa Defend Defenders Protection Fund Grant, Recipient of the Pen Deutschland Exiled Writer Grant. He is an Arts for Peace and Human Rights Catalyst, the Literary Arts Projects Curator, Poet, Writer, publicist is published in more 400 spaces in print and online.

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