Van Gogh’s Irises Meet a Shrike in a Play by Ilona Martonfi
The Shrike “These hook-beaked songbirds with a raptor’s habits skewer their prey of small birds, lizards, and insects with thorns, the spikes on barbed-wire fences. This helps the shrike to tear the flesh into smaller, more conveniently sized fragments, and serves as...
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Mom
by A. S. Compton
Words, slow in coming, slow in thinking, slow in painting a worthwhile picture in the mind. Words, slaved over, loved deeply, churning, building, breaking and remaking. Hours...
by A. S. Compton
Sand in the Wind: Finding a Mother Tongue by Ilona Martonfi
…If I wasn’t free I couldn’t even liveSand in the wind, you say that’s what I amSand in the wind, that’s what I might be… —Song: Homok a szélben (Korál-feldolgozás)https://lyricstranslate.com Ilona Martonfi, author of Salt Bride Inanna,...
“Late” is a relative term by Lisa Braxton
Television news is a young person’s game. I first heard that assertion from my broadcast journalism professors and class advisors, and then later from workshop presenters at national industry conferences. The statement was an undercurrent that gradually grew into a...
Klee’s “Hermitage” Meets Shakespeare’s “The Tempest” by Ilona Martonfi
In the beautiful summer of 2017, doors and windows wide open to sunshine, I am ordering my fifth poetry collection, The Tempest. I can still picture that first sighting of the book cover: Paul Klee’s Hermitage, 1918, blue pencil, medium watercolour on chalk. “In...
An interview and poem, “Corona Corona” by Susan McCaslin
“An interview and poem, “Corona Corona” by Susan McCaslin, April 26, 2020, originally published on buddybreathing, online blog of Lesley-Anne Evans: https://buddybreathing.wordpress.com/2020/04/26/napomo-poetry-party-25/ I’m excited to introduce you to Susan McCaslin,...
For to Make Tartys in Applis: Poet in Lockdown by Ilona Martonfi
Ilona Martonfi, author of The Snow Kimono and Salt Bride writes her Lockdown Diary during the quarantine of the Covid-19 Pandemic. Making Tartys in Applis in the time of the Black Death plague, remembering her mother baking the Hungarian almás rétes, the scent of...
Dandelions? by Mary Rykov
Thank you, City of Toronto, for banning pesticides and enabling joyful seas of yellow to dot summer lawns and fields. I love dandelions because they symbolize everything that is tough, tender, supple, resilient. And prolific. Dandelions should be Toronto mascots,...