Fevers of the Mind Poetry Blog

OPEN FOR SUBMISSIONS  (send to feversofthemind@gmail.com) include a small bio & send on doc or word formats.  Previously published work can be accepted in poetry only.  The poetry must have been from your personal books, blog, medium, twitter, facebook, instagram.  I will not publish knowingly any work that has been published in another’s litmag. WorkContinue reading “Fevers of the Mind Poetry Blog”

Blackout (c) Hillesha

*this poem/writing was based on a dream my wife Hillesha had around October last year and was published in Fevers of the Mind Poetry Digest Issue 3 in November 2019* *She feels that this dream could have been metaphors based on what we are all currently dealing or about to deal with around the worldContinue reading “Blackout (c) Hillesha”

Several Poems from (c) Neel Trivedi in Misc. Fevers of the Mind Issues & Avalanches in Poetry Writings & Art Inspired by Leonard Cohen: Why the Hate, Beauty: A New Definition, Beyond the Obvious, The Invisible Aura,Soul Whisperer, the Midas Scratch, Playing Along

Why the Hate? I ask a stranger how s/he was born? From a mother’s womb they say. Just like I once was. So why the hate?   I ask a baby what religion is. To the best of my ability to decipher baby talk, s/he appears not to know. Just like when I was aContinue reading “Several Poems from (c) Neel Trivedi in Misc. Fevers of the Mind Issues & Avalanches in Poetry Writings & Art Inspired by Leonard Cohen: Why the Hate, Beauty: A New Definition, Beyond the Obvious, The Invisible Aura,Soul Whisperer, the Midas Scratch, Playing Along”

Footprints (c) Matthew M C Smith

(for my father) Our footprints, the tracks of our play, going all ways, ran deep along the shore. All our lives we laughed along that stretch, we laughed at simple games, splashing through pools of silver, across sands of burnished gold. We laughed against the sky and you listened to young voices, spellbound, time outContinue reading “Footprints (c) Matthew M C Smith”

K Weber Poetry & Photography Pieces

Untitled nearing the sallow fen, the natural eye spots a cardinal, up- tick deer. golden ragwort creeps the footpath. sun escapes behind a yawn of trees stretching limbs to form an awning. rock and dust sleep here every night without objection. This untitled piece is from my 2018 online chapbook/audiobook “cling as ink.”   Freelance, patientContinue reading “K Weber Poetry & Photography Pieces”

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