Nothing attracts me more than prowess and dexterity. For with these critical and creative ingredients. We are profoundly psyched up AND our literary consciousness is re-wired. WORLD PLAY IN A WHIRLPOOL is an all-powerful, sweet but infectious read, it haunts the reader forever. It tastes mature like red wine in old wineskins. It smells seasons like first drops of the first rain. Thus, is a scorcher, it strikes the nerves like the giant tongs of the sun during the dry season. It’s a metaphoric blast furnace that blazes and fires up iron hearted earthly dwellers into a repentant humanity of pure steel, we are baptized by the intriguing imagery as we are ritualized by the smoking waters of satire. We are born again. WORLDPLAY IN A WHIRLPOOL is heavy with subject matters that transcends from hope, death, disease, ecosystem, cultural anthropologies, biblical allusions, psychical exercises, climate change, menacing pandemics, positive change, race and perception change. WORLD PLAY IN A WHIRLPOOL is poetry that coils your heart caves and you vomit the bile of sins. It blows up your mental boxes, you shiver and weep. It rips off satans doeks to expose zealots, charlatans and political maggots corrupting and rotting the beauty of this our beloved earth. It fumigates the pandemic infested air as the earth fails to breathe due to unbridled human cruelty and wanton sin. It exposes the now sorrowful baldheaded landscapes, once shining with the verve of flora and fauna. The whirlpool arouses the skeletal sandy riverbeds that were once upon havens of laughing hippos, cackling water hens and dancing fish. it is poetry that weeps and as such wiping tears of bereaved mothers that lost so many lives during the menacing seasons of the cantankerous corona virus. It is a beautiful but heart-rending epitaph to black lives lost in barbaric racial battles, a touching eulogy to the earth succumbing to the dramatic effects of climate change, heatwaves and hurricanes. This Wordplay is an embodiment of promise, lost hope, love, loss, pain, sunset and moonshine. It is a spiritual whirlpool to transfigure ill minded political goblins and evil-minded war devils to repent from terrorism and warlords. The lyrical dexterity is superbly concocted with reason , history , spirituality ,identity and more WORD PLAY IN A WHIRLPOOL is a collaborative venture of Kenyan Poetry Tigress Nancy Ndeke and the Colorado Rockies Poetry Lioness Susan Joyner-Stumpf (Review by Mbizo CHIRASHA
Kenya and Kenyan poets remain our literary arts cordial friends. I cannot exhaust to account names. The likes of author Omwa Ombara, Waithera James, Jerusha, Tigress Nancy Ndeke and more more comrades. Young Poets like Jina, Biko Iruti, Kenneth Kay. The list is endless. The Brave Voices Poetry Journal and the WOMAWORDS LITERARY PRESS October issues are to be guest edited by Versatile, prolific, acclaimed and widely published Kenyan Poets Michael Mwangi Macharia (Brave Voices Poetry Journal) and Kananuh Jerusha (WOMAWORDS LITERARY PRESS). The duo are literary combatants and word maestro with their extraordinary verses written all over social media walls, online poetry journals and global print anthologies. They are gifted with the requisite credentials to handle both the heat and pressure as to be experienced during their guest editing tenure of service. This special blog message seeks to introduce the GUEST Editors of the October Journals . These Guest Editors have been featured and profiled at TIME OF THE POET REPUBLIC CENTER and the AFRICA WRITERS CARAVAN respectively . We also introduce October thematic areas and Submission guidelines.
Veteran Poet David Leo Sirois, you are not only wearing your poetry robe but you have also donned a teaching garb. Your poetry carry that verve of moral instruction. Your thought provoking biblical allusions and head tilting imagery are a refreshment of social consciousness . Iam thoroughly wowed by your choice of diction and the word economics thereof places you into the class of extraordinary English page poets , a special mention to Robert Frost and TS. Elliot . As such ,I have again picked and pocketed from your metaphoric fruit tree, some literary wisdom of John Donne , Yeats and Keats , the metaphysical poets . Your hybrid fusion of traditions , your own ingenuity and modernistic writing is mesmerizing and fulfills the consumer , the reader the way original fruit juice does to ever gormandizing kindergartens , And then followed by a loud belch there after , a natural signal of fulfillment and satisfaction. We continue to imbibe your verses of wisdom and graze through pages with that willing keenness of a new lover , we greedily gormandize your moral instruction and social consciousness like monkeys fervently shelling peanuts in feilds of promise or like bees passionately drinking sweet honey from the hive of plenty .TIME OF THE POET REPUBLIC is honored to feature and profile above all excellence and prowess in the personality , international renowned spoken-word arts curator and acclaimed literature hub producer Poet David Leo Sirois
Author OMWA OMBARA is a prolific African Voice in Diaspora. Her resilience hardened verses send a rebellious jab to the cantankerous, unrepentant COVID 19 pandemic. She sings a bitter hymn against chair warmers and lazy hands -on- keyboard scribes, who thrive on abusing and harvesting the sweat of resilient writers and voices from digital thicket, without any ounce of their own effort. Her rebuking lines in her hefty protest poem IN HONOR OF PRESS FREEDOM DAY 2020, a Satire glow with hard truth and snorts in the remorseless faces of double-chinned charlatans and double bellied pseudo media bosses burying the pseudo revolutionary imbecility in borrowed political berets. The Protest Poet is not holding her horses, back she throws sharp jibe into the belly of COVID 19 and her irritating twin imbeciles daughter Quarantine and Lockdown.