Appearance | Poem by Linda Straub

Appearance Poem
Absta1 by David Michael Jackson

 

Appearance

               by Linda Straub
I lost you again
last evening
in a fog of dreams,
your fingers
wrapped around mine
in a lover’s knot,
that came undone,
as you faded away,
your breath
still warm
against my neck,
your mouth
wet upon my lips.
I whispered
your name,
entreating you
to look back
and see me
standing there,
tears flowing
down upon my cheeks;
but your entrance
had made no footprints and
neither did your exit.
There was never
a you, or me,
in this
imaginary vision,
just a cluster
of brain waves
misfiring
in the dead of night.
1/02/22

Janet Kuypers’ “South-by Set” 3/15/18 of music during SXSW @ Recycled Reads

Janet Kuypers’ “South-by Set” 3/15/18 of music during SXSW @ Recycled Reads


    March 15th 2018 marked a 1.5-hour music show (with no breaks) during Austin’s SXSW music week from Janet & John!

See 4 videos below from 3/15/18 of Janet Kuypers with John Yotko on guitar in their 1-hour 45-minute “South-by Set” of music at Austin’s “Recycled Reads” (one of the venues hosting 2018 SXSW events in Austin). In this set, she sang Paul Simon’s “Kodachrome”, Depeche Mode’s “the Bottom Line” (both Janet and John singing, with altered chorus lyrics), her poem/John’s song “Made any Difference ”, the Queen song “Crazy Little Thing Called Love”, George Michael’s “Waiting”, Feedback’s “Devotion”, Leonard Cohen’s “Coming Back to You”, Ani DiFranco’s “I am not a Pretty Girl”, Janet & John’s blues song “Tight Rope Affair ”, Hank Williams’ “I’m Free At Last”, Paul Simon’s “Slip Sliding Away”, the Beatles song “Yesterday”, and her song “In Love I Abide”. Then (waiting for John to switch from guitar to mandolin) Janet acoustically sang the beginning of her song “Why”; then she sang the R.E.M. song “You are the Everything” with John playing his mandolin. Going back to John playing his acoustic guitar, Janet then sang the Eurythmics’ “I Need You”, The The’s “Love is Stronger than Death”, George Michael’s “Waiting for that Day”, MFV’s “What We Need In Life”, Peter Gabriel’s “Washing of the Water”, Feedback’s “Vintage Wine”, MFV’s “My Love for You will Stay the Same”, Sinead O’Connor’s “Black Boys on Mopeds”, Don McLean’s “American Pie”, and they closed with the Smiths’ “Ask” (with books for bombs lyrics changes).

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See YouTube video (this video was filmed from a Panasonic Lumix 2500 camera; posted on Facebook, Twitter, Linkedin, Pinterest, Instagram, and Tumblr). #janetkuypers #janetkuyperssinging #janetkuypersmusic

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See YouTube video (From a Panasonic Lumix T56 camera & given a Threshold filter.)

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See YouTube video (From a Panasonic Lumix T56 camera & given a Posterize filter.)

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See YouTube video (Panasonic Lumix T56 camera & w/ an Edge Detection filter.)

See 4 videos below from 3/15/18 of Janet Kuypers with John Yotko on guitar in their 1-hour 45-minute “South-by Set” of music at Austin’s “Recycled Reads” (one of the venues hosting 2018 SXSW events in Austin). In this set, she sang Paul Simon’s “Kodachrome”, Depeche Mode’s “the Bottom Line” (joined w/ John vocals), her poem/John’s song “Made any Difference”, the Queen “Crazy Little Thing Called Love”, George Michael’s “Waiting”, Feedback’s “Devotion”, Leonard Cohen’s “Coming Back to You”, and Ani DiFranco’s “I am not a Pretty Girl”.
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See YouTube video (this cut off video was filmed from a Panasonic Lumix T56 camera).

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See YouTube video (from a Panasonic Lumix T56 camera w/ a Threshold filter).

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See YouTube video (from a Panasonic Lumix T56 camera w/ a Posterize filter).

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See YouTube video (from a Panasonic Lumix T56 camera; Edge Detection filter).

Bridges | Four Poems by Tony McAndrew

Bridge Painting
The Metal Bridge
by David Michael Jackson

 

Four Poems by Tony McAndrew


Beloved, Cherished, Devoted

 

In Loving Memory, it said,

Beloved husband of… (I won’t name names)

Devoted wife of… mother to…

Cherished daughter of … son of…

All sadly missed.

 

Row upon row, it would seem

the very ground beneath my feet

seeded with love that will never flower again.

 

But I wonder if there is dishonesty underfoot,

interred alongside, for never is it carved

 

Here lies a horrid old bastard,

wife-beater, pervert,

drunkard and thief.

Yippie! Dead at last!

No loss and not before time.

 

Or Here Rests in a Peace she doesn’t deserve

a vicious bitch, child thrasher,

miser and cheat.

Good riddance to the old slag.

 

It’s powerful I imagine,

even in the absence of grief

to not speak ill of the dead,

that in death there must be forgiveness,

some kind of reconciliation in

order to move on,

or at the very least barefaced denial.

 

 

 

Knives, forks, spoons.

 

“Where’s them-thar eatin’ irons?” I asked Lisa at her party.

“Over there,” she nodded. “Top drawer.”

 

Always the top drawer, I thought,

can they not survive elsewhere?

 

All laid in their open graves,

knives to the right, spoons to the left,

the forks as ever in the middle.

Teaspoons, of course, across the bottom,

dainty-silly, tomb-lid dogs at their feet.

 

Knives are the quick-clever things, or so they think,

erect prophets to be respected or feared,

carvers of truths, pleasure and, it has to be said, wounds.

 

Spoons; things of face-cupping and reflection,

bosoms, smooth-softness and love. Strength.

Feminine, if this is sayable still.

 

But the forks? And their smile of tines?

Well, they’re just getting on with it.

Aren’t we all?

 

Knives, forks, spoons.

 

 

 

Bridges

 

Stung useless by remorse,

life’s canyon edges

we feel our way along,

before us always

the sheer drop.

 

Why is it so hard to say sorry,

admit our wrong?

 

And the bridges we do build

we throw ourselves from.

 

“1
Lodge Moor

 

It remains unprocessed, forty years now and counting.

 

Took a lad, not twenty, to the spinal unit.

Been riding in the boot of a car for a laugh

on the way home from a dinner session

when it crashed

along with his life.

 

Painful as it is, I have to tell you

he cried all the miles there.

I watched.

Nothing I could say mattered.

We both knew.

 

The hospital on the edge of the hiking moors,

the ward a flat row of beds filled with the numbed,

watching from the mirrors angled above them.

 

Back in the Arms tonight his friends

raise their glasses.

Here’s to Billy! See you soon mucker!

Beers are on us when you get home!

 

I imagine the dark, silent ward,

the dim light from the nurse’s desk,

the ogre of her shadow on the wall behind

captured in the mirrors.

And the boy quietly weeping.

 

I continue to walk on his behalf when I remember to,

each and every step a respect.

What else can you do?

 


Tony’s Bio
After having what little education thrashed into me by nuns caned out of me by grammar school, I kept a promise to himself to begin writing when I finished doing tedious stuff like working full time. After a wander through psychiatric nursing, the Met Police and almost thirty years as a frontline paramedic the time seemed about right. I still work now and again in Primary Care somewhere in South Wales and live happily on the Gower indulging in writing, reading, talking, drinking beer and floating in the sea with my wife Elaine.

To date I have had three novels and a collection of short stories published.

My verse is, of course, shaped by my experience. Hopefully reader, you will find it insightful, sad, funny, truthful, profane and everything in between but always accessible.

 

Happy to answer any questions. Like the truth, I’m out there. Somewhere. Get in touch.

tony mcandrew poet

 

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Until-Another-Tomorrow-Other-Stories-ebook/dp/B08NK3QCC9

 

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