The formulae attained by your presentation as entwinned with heart- cave throbbing beat raves and cranks up my musical prone psyche  AND  I  dance to the ritual of  this mesmerizing  rhythm, your lines carry the literary verve  that coils us into  realms of suspense , that quest to see  further and discern more from  a creative wonderment  .Your  unique and  blood rippling lyrical  vibe  sends readers into poetic  trances and as they rose from the trance , they are already transfigured  . As much as your poetry is more historical and its subject matters also dips their life -hardened fingers into matters of moral decadence, political decay and economic malaise. Ukraine is a country associated with a myriad of political connotations, such name-dropping explains a more broader experiences of the geo- political- historical references of wars fought, won and lost, lives lived and lost , long journeys walked and later ended from the red earth of Zanzibar into social corridors of Ukraine up to the rich Amazon basin of Brazil. The well versed poet is a wonderful traveler, a well-versed chronicler, intelligent adventurer and   prolific griot. Her knowledge of global geo-politics, world economics, cultures and historical events is extraordinary.  Real poetry speaks of people and speaks to people. The poet griot has spoken and is still speaking. Eugenia Hepworth Petty ,It is a great wonderment to graze through your prolific writings. TIME OF THE POET REPUBLIC remains rooted in Exclusivity, dexterity and diversity. Aluta Continua- (Blurb by Mbizo CHIRASHA).

It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood / A beautiful day for a neighbor

In the summer of 1995 I remember sitting with a bunch of other Volunteers

during Peace Crops training in Lutsk, Ukraine, singing along to R.E.M.

It’s the End of the World as we know it

It’s the End of the World as we know it

It’s the End of the World as we know it

And I feel fine

Robert Reising used to wear the same t-shirt almost every day. On the back it said

End of The World Tour—Major Dates:

Love Canal, New York—1978

Three Mile Island, Pennsylvania—1979

Bhopal, India—1984

Chernobyl, U.S.S.R.—1986

Prince William Sound, Alaska—1989

Amazon Rainforest, Brazil—1990

Ozone layer, Antarctica—1991

Persian Gulf—1991

Coming Soon to Your Neighborhood!

And indeed, in whatever neighborhood one lives

  one can watch a million tragedies transpire

In November of 2019, a third of the bat species in Australia died during a heat wave

They fell out of trees   onto lawns   into shimmering backyard pools

their brains literally frying from the heat

Ecologists called the die-off “Biblical” in scale

As many as 30,000 spectacled flying foxes—and 10,000 black flying foxes—

in the span of two days.

In other neighborhoods  an olive ridley turtle is snarled in plastic waste

mangrove forests are cleared for antibiotic-laden fish ponds

two hundred reindeer starve to death in the high arctic

a scalloped hammerhead shark dies on a drum line

Since that day in Lutsk, we have lost so many of our neighbors—

Yangtze River Dolphin

Sri Lanka Shrub Frog

Pyrenean Ibex

Caribbean Monk Seal

Zanzibar Leopard

Mariana Mallard

Alaotra Grebe

Pinta Island Tortoise

Christmas Island Pipistrelle

Black-faced Honeycreeper

Yunnan Lake Newt

Western Black Rhinoceros

“However innumerable all beings are, we vow to care for them.”

Genjo Roshi looked up at the assembly, and I noted the variation in his words. “However innumerable all beings are, we vow to care for them.”

Om

Saha Naavavatu

Saha Nau Bhunaktu

Saha Veeryam Karavavahai

Tejasvi Navadhitamastu

Ma Viidvishavahai

Om

Shantih Shantih Shantih

People labored under a hot sun

lived in squalor died in childbirth

and were miserable most of the time

And so came the “days of note” 

celebrations set aside  for hours of happiness  

drunkenness  and revelry

It was like this in Ukraine

On any occasion a holiday would be called

and eating and drinking would commence

Before the harvest after the harvest

at births  and funerals

weddings all saints days  

baptisms 

the acquisition of a goat

during days of harsh weather  

and at the turn of flowers

toward the sun in spring

The bus would come  

or not

the choir would wander home

without ceremony or performance

Men died in the snow  

forgotten after dark

when tiny stars would appear

in the deep blanket of the sky

and we would raise our glass

 

Now On This Worried Earth

Sparks and flames

crackle blindly

in the gloaming twilight

illuminated     

in a kind of motion

Above a little lichen drenched lake

people stop

and haggle over God

Burning corpses in saffron and muslin

lip at the corners of rivers

in blazing brightness

Lost friends go off blindly    

iron-lidded

possessed

mad

Gardens   fields     forests

quietly enveloped in ashes and dust

firm their roots

     to bone

trunks sunk in fifty-five miles

at the base

Now     on this worried earth

edging the narrow haunts of space

brimming with sequined stars

A flock of souls unmoored

bullet-pocked  

bloodstained

carnivalesque

Streaming like balloons

This poem was created by incorporating words and lines from 29 poems I wrote during Found Poetry Review’s 2014 National Poetry Month challenge.

Eugenia Hepworth Petty lives in America’s Pacific Northwest with her poet husband and a clowder of cats. Collections of her poetry include two chapbooks (Instructions for the Apocalypse and Pamyat Celo); two micro chapbooks (On a Planet Called Earth and People Live Here) and two “pointlessly small books” (if apple juice were oil and Poetry Is). Most recently, a portion of her Master’s thesis, written on the shamanic aspects of poet Patti Smith, appears in the anthology Roots and Routes: Poetics at New College of California (Vernon Press 2020).In addition to writing, Eugenia is also an analog photographer. In the mid-1990s she served as a Peace Corps Volunteer in Ukraine, and continues to work on a long term photographic and writing project about that experience. She also makes postcards—and will send you one.

Mbizo CHIRASHA( TIME OF THE POET REPUBLIC CURATOR)

 UNESCO-RILA Affiliate Artist.Freedom of Speech Fellow to PEN- Zentrum  Deutschland,Germany. Alumni  of the International Human Rights  Arts Festival in New-York, USA.Literary Arts Activism Diplomatie.  Globaly Certified  Arts Mediums Curator and Influencer. Internationally Published Page and Spoken Word Poet. Writer in Residence.  Arts for Human Rights Catalyst.  Core Team Member of the Bezine Arts and Humanities Project. His illustrious poetry , hybrid writings , political commentary ,short fiction , book reviews  and Arts Features are published in more  than 400 spaces notably the Monk  Arts and Soul in  Magazine  in United Kingdom. Atunis Poetry.com in Belgium. Demer press poetry series in Netherlands. World Poetry Almanac in Mongolia.Poesia journal inSlovenia. Bezine Arts and Humanities Webzine in USA. The Poet a Day in Brooklyn ,USA. Litnet Writers Journal in South Africa. African Crayons in Nigeria. Poetry Bulawayo in Zimbabwe. Pulp-pit USA.the FictionalCafe international Journal , Texas USA. Best New African Poetry series in Zimbabwe, Zimbolicious Poetry Collections in Zimbabwe. Co-edited Street Voices International Publications with Andreas Weiland  in Germany.Co-Edited  Silent Voices Anthology, a Tribute to Chinua Achebe. Co-Edited the Corpses of Unity,solidarity collection to victimzed Cameroonians with Nsah Mala. Curated and Edited the Zimbabwe We Want Poetry ,Inside Digraceland speaking poetic truth to the Mugabe regime and other bad regimes.  He owns the Time of  the Poet blog zine ,MIOMBOPUBLISHING that published the #GlobalCallforPeaceProject titled the Second of EARTH is Peace.A LETTER to the PRESIDENT his experimental  resistance poetry colection was released  in August 2019 by Mwanaka and Media Publishing.. Co- Authored Whispering Woes of Ganges and Zambezi with Sweta Vikram in India. Good Morning President his first poetry collection was published in 2011  by Zimbabwean published based in United Kingdom, Diaspora Publishers.COVID 19 Satansdeadly fart is forthcoming. Chirasha is  Founder  and the Chief Editor of Brave Voices Poetry Journal.

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