Riverbank plant

Issue #83 of your inbox poetry magazine

When a plant
on a riverbank is
where discarded masks decide to get
tangled, we've found modern
world problems.

We, Earthlings, are living through some troubled times. Sometimes it seems we are having to deal with too many problems, where the latest global crisis is just pushing the others out of our attention spans. Now, don’t get me wrong. What’s happening in Ukraine right now is terrible. Unimaginable. And that took the headlines from the very serious global pandemic. So much to worry about, we almost forget other challenges we are facing. Like global pollution. Fortunately, in the EU where I live, single-use plastics are being addressed. But our great rivers are not only carrying plastics into our oceans. And with that, you can be easily confronted when you walk along random river banks. Like the banks of the Seine.

Read on for the sections Something to listen to and Poetry elsewhere.

PS: I’ve changed the colour of the details of this magazine. Green for spring. What do you think?

PS II: The poem above is a tritriplicata, find out more about that form here.

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Something to listen to

Have you already listen to the latest episode of our poetry podcast? In this one, we speak with the wonderful team of Poetry Trapper Keeper:

This week’s poem is available in our #trpplffct readings collection over on Soundcloud:

A new month has started, so we have a new playlist for you. Another eclectic collage of tunes to help you create a bubble in which you can enjoy poetry. For example. Or just to energize your day. However you choose to enjoy it, press play:

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Poetry elsewhere

Nokia was my favorite phone brand. It maybe still is, as far as I have a favorite phone brand. So, when I see a poem about a Nokia phone, I have to share it. This is Ode to My Cell.

I just can’t get enough of poetry that speaks of the sea. Especially not when there are parts in them that make you look at phenomena from a different angle. This poem is an example of that: With the tides.

I’ve written before about the joy of receiving handwritten mail in your inbox. Real-world-mail. Snail mail. A physical piece of paper with ink on it. I do send the occasional postcard, but some, like Suzanne Kiera Anthony, send out LETTERS.