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"As a child, I often wrote plays that my friends and I performed. I wanted to be an artist who lived in an
attic. I studied both art and literature in college and as it turns out, I lived in an attic for 13 years.
I collected images from magazines, gluing favorites into a blank book, years before discovering collage.
More recently, I began collecting text from magazines and gluing words into collages. The words were
cryptic but enticing and I realized I wanted to write too.
I thought poetry was a vegetable I didn't "get" like beets, yet that's what I wrote. Now I think poetry
and beets are mysterious. I especially love beets with feta cheese, walnuts and pomegranate juice. "
-- C. Albert
C. Albert is an accomplished artist and fine poet living in Washington. Visit her websites linked below
to experience her stunning collages and read her poems.
Runaway Moon
Aerial Dreams
| C. Albert |
summer evening raining green, © C. Albert. Previously published in Houston
Literary Review. mixed media collage: fabric, paper, faux grass, beads, lady bug,
magazine, paper doilies, ink, colored pencil, poem is beneath glass pebbles; 5"x8"
Click below to hear the poem based on the collage.
Literary Review. mixed media collage: fabric, paper, faux grass, beads, lady bug,
magazine, paper doilies, ink, colored pencil, poem is beneath glass pebbles; 5"x8"
Click below to hear the poem based on the collage.
| Click on the title of the poem in order to listen. The Meaning of Roundling With the edges of our eyes, we catch glimpses of roundlings peeking through windows. Gentle creatures, ready to bolt, so fragile with dark traumas passed onto them. Best not to talk the language of x,y,z. A whisper of “why didn't you” or “you should” is an attack of syntax, a barbed construction that shatters them. They will run away with the thought, “It is not safe here.” Once they flee, the void aches with absence of oval tenderness. Sometimes they can be enticed with soft fruits and scents of fresh lemon and tangerine. Round stones will please. Feed them colors, speak in fluted ragas offer acceptance. ©C. Albert First published in Mannequin Envy |
| James Murphy |
James & Lucy at home in Aberdeen, Scotland
Digital illustration by Carla Martin-Wood based upon
photo furnished by James Murphy
Digital illustration by Carla Martin-Wood based upon
photo furnished by James Murphy
James Murphy was born in the small Scottish town of Lanark, but he has
lived in Aberdeen for most of his working life. He is married to Fiona, has a
20 year old daughter Amy, and a dog called Lucy. His poetry ranges from
traditional metered rhyme, to contemporary free verse. He has always had
a passion for the written word, from his early days as a songwriter, to his
more recent exploration of poetry, past, present and future. James is also
a certified Sci-Fi enthusiast, enjoying the works of Philip K Dick, Harry
Harrison and David Gemmell. His musical influences are as vast as they are
varied, including the likes of Tori Amos, Kate Bush, Bob Dylan, Judy Collins,
and Leonard Cohen.
James has published one book, Beyond the Call of Beauty, and has edited
an anthology, Poems for Suzanne.
Click on the title of the poems in order to listen, or click the arrow on the
video screens to see Jim reading his work.
lived in Aberdeen for most of his working life. He is married to Fiona, has a
20 year old daughter Amy, and a dog called Lucy. His poetry ranges from
traditional metered rhyme, to contemporary free verse. He has always had
a passion for the written word, from his early days as a songwriter, to his
more recent exploration of poetry, past, present and future. James is also
a certified Sci-Fi enthusiast, enjoying the works of Philip K Dick, Harry
Harrison and David Gemmell. His musical influences are as vast as they are
varied, including the likes of Tori Amos, Kate Bush, Bob Dylan, Judy Collins,
and Leonard Cohen.
James has published one book, Beyond the Call of Beauty, and has edited
an anthology, Poems for Suzanne.
Click on the title of the poems in order to listen, or click the arrow on the
video screens to see Jim reading his work.
| Federico's Last Stand Music written, performed and arranged by Scott Douglas, © 2009 My friends name me sensitive, enemies indifferent. Where is the decay coating you promised? I have no answer, save a knowing wink. But yesterday I forged this statement. I do not write poetry, merely play on intolerance. A confession? Chocolate is confession, with a cast iron alibi. Never confession, but subscription to diversion. |
| Observations from the Barber Shop by James Murphy aka, The Armchair Poet |
| We'll Go No More A-Roving by Lord Byron Reading by James Murphy aka, The Armchair Poet |
| In Between Nowhere by James Murphy aka, The Armchair Poet |
| This Broken Sonnet If but one single teardrop here should fall To drown these feelings formerly denied And taken with the salt to pass it all Onto the very rose that we despised Yet roses are averse to stay in bloom Whenever subtle winter calls your name Though standing with his hands inside your gown He’ll find no warmth to feed on, just more pain But thoughts of pain were never far behind We’d only propagate this love to win I’d heard an old cliché that, love was blind And had to hang a lantern on that sin Yet sin is just the reason we must hide From all those broken sonnets strung outside ©2008, James Murphy |
| Not Really a Love Sonnet Such was the reason to carry the blame Lay it beside you and give it a name Board it all up when the canister blows Burning the soil where you buried your clothes That was the reason you took it to heart Times you accused me of playing a part Everything comes to a word on the stage Improvisation instead of the page Now you are clothed like a martyr in rags Walking your pain in two carrier bags Free from the knowledge your gave it your all Pushing the boundaries, taking the fall Love is a target when we’re taking aim Only the foolish would swallow that claim ©2008, James Murphy |
| For information on how to purchase Jim's books, click on the book of your choice below. All proceeds from Poetry for Suzanne go to MacMillan Cancer Relief Fund. |
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not be reproduced in any form, published, recorded, performed, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed. All such actions are
strictly prohibited under law.
Likewise, all poems read by or explicitly attributed to visiting poets on this site are the property of such visiting poets and are
under copyright by them, and all photographs and illustrations appearing on this site are the property of the designated
photographers and/or illustrators and are under copyright by the respective poets, artists, illustrators and photographers. All
rights reserved. Such material may not be reproduced in any form, published, recorded, performed, broadcast, rewritten or
redistributed. All such actions are strictly prohibited under law.
Please see my Links page for a list of the various sites that have graciously provided some of the gifs for The Well-ReadHead.
Please visit their websites for more information.
The Well-ReadHead, Copyright 2009, Carla Martin-Wood, all rights reserved. Reproduction in any form is strictly prohibited under
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