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Monday, 1 February 2021

Three Poems + One Flash Fiction Piece by Angel Edwards

 




Maybe Angel Wings

 

maybe angels don't

   really have wings

            perhaps it's our vision

                      at sea

we cannot quite see

circular trail of light

.                 enfolding

            surrounding them

       light emanating

creatures of light

    capable of

                  instant flight

maybe angel wings                            

                 appear

                 disappear

                as needed

maybe they   fold up tightly

                maybe they

                have the ability

               to grow long

                        and long

                           and long

      or become tiny

               or to multiply

              into many wings

        you cannot

                 look an angel

                   in the face

the power of the light          

             would destroy

              the human being

I think they live

                    in the skies     

🤔.          and dress up

as clouds

               visible then

                 to our eyes

              

 

   ALL OF THEM SPIRITS

 

        watery Bay rum

             iced wine

        ice cubes floating

           vodka tonic

            straight up

            on the rocks

          martini olives

          strawberry cordial

         elder berry exploding

           peppermint schnapps

          white wine carafe

             red wine bottle

            white grape sherry

            elder berry

                  scotch

            drambuie in a barrel

               gin gimlet

               manhattan

              spicy caesar

            tequila sunrise sunset                     

           cognac

                armagnac

            over proof moonshine                    

           brandied hot toddy

                vermouth

             in truth

        all of them spirits

 

 

Bourbon

 

Baltic amber earrings

velvet gold turban

crimson fingertips clutch

a decanter of bourbon

 

aquamarine eye shadow

blue broach from past birthdays

cherry smeared lip gloss

on cigarettes in ashtrays

 

flat gold floppy slippers

silken day night wear

filled plates for no guests

an empty golden chair

 

baltic amber earrings

velvet gold turban

crimson fingertips clutch

a decanter of bourbon

 


Gertie's Highs and Lows

Her finger has grown numb from pushing the button on the slot machine. She always hit the maximum button. When she loses she will say that it was a mistake or that her elbow hit the max button, A ratio of win to loss was in the black at the moment.

Gertie used the slot machine as an extra income. It  brought in an easy $500 a week so Gertie quit her part-time job in the restaurant and became a full-time gambler. She also became a part-time mother, a part-time wife and a full-time liar and cheat.

Her rationalization was that when she made it big she would stop but then came the terrible worry of  'how would she explain all the money to her family.'

Gertie lost about 8 pounds in six months in the time she had been gambling and all of  her friends were sure that Gertie was working out at the gym.

Once in the casino Gertie had no interest in food or in anything other than playing her three favourite slot machines.

Now inevitably one October evening Gertie hit a streak of bad luck. She had spent $650 and had won absolutely nothing.

Gertie hit the machine the ATM conveniently located in the casino got out another $500 which she also lost.She was then forced to use her credit card, took out another $500 and she lost that too. After one brief win or she was $100 to the better, she gambled  it all and now she was empty-handed !

The realization hit her that she was also really hungry. She doesn't have cab fare home . It's pouring rain and she doesn't even have an umbrella.

Gertie felt like crying but what would be the point.

A young woman in the casino uniform came by offering free snacks and a free coffee which Gertie gratefully accepted ignoring the dirty look she received for not leaving a tip.

Gertie sat in the corner listlessly watching the other players and hoping that the rain would abate a little  so that she could walk home before it became dark.

Well the rain let up slightly and she decided that she should  just better go home.

She was almost at the door when she heard a voice behind her " excuse me ma'am did you drop this..."

A well dressed handsome young man with piercing dark eyes held out a slot machine voucher. He looked oddly familar.

Gertie  reached out and took it not really sure why she did. She looked at it gasping.  It was a voucher for $272.08.

When she looked up there was no young man. Now Gertie thought of nothing except that she should gamble. .

"This time," she thought "I'm going to use a slot machine I've never tried before". She walked to the other end of the building and sat down in front of a quarter machine "Lord of the Rings".

She inserted the voucher, hit maximum and won the bonus round. She won 7 bonus rounds in a row and then the jackpot!

Her winnings were now $9799.

Bills and whistles were going off as attendants rushed to her side.

 In a daze Gertie handed over her ID and said that she would like her winnings in cash please.

"Are you sure Madame ?  That's quite a bit of money..."

"Yes in large bills please..."

"Please come with us"

They escorted Gertie to a small office where she signed a piece of paper, checked her ID again and counted out $9799 in 97 hundred dollar bills,one $50 bill ,two $20 bills,one $10 bill,one $5 dollar bill and a couple of twonies.

Gertie asked if they would call her a cab and one came within 10 minutes waiting for her just outside the casino door.

She got into the back seat of the black car and shut the door.

"Where to Miss?" asked the driver turning around to face her.

Gertie gasped in shock.

The driver was the same man who had given her the money voucher.

"Aren't you forgetting something ?" he sneered.

"You owe me a lot of money!"

"Oh "said Gertie "Okay."

Gertie opened her purse and counted out $300.

The man grabbed it from her and laughed

 in a nasty kind of way.

"You can keep the 300 I want the near $10,000 that you just won".

"But I won it at the Lord of the Rings machine".

"You took something that didn't belong to you. That voucher didn't belong to you"

"But you gave it to me" said Gertie.

"Get out of my car" said the man.

Gertie did so. She was very frightened and she then saw that she actually was not in a cab after all but a sleek black car.

She was feeling disoriented and had a headache from hunger . She was shivering in the rain and very puzzled.

"Look I'll tell you what my dear- you keep the money."

He turned  full face to her.

"If i ever see you around this casino again you will be very sorry that's all I can tell you."

Gertie turned to walk back inside the casino.And just then a yellow and black cab pulled up. She got inside and had a  safe uneventful ride back home. She would  never understand fully what had happened. Perhaps the man was an angel. Perhaps he was a spirit.

Her great uncle had been a notorious gambler back in his day. Maybe it was his ghost!

Perhaps that was why he seemed so familiar. He reminded her of a picture she had seen of her great uncle who was the black sheep of the family but he was spoken of in a most affectionate way.

Anyway for better or worse there were no more wins or losses for Gertie at the casino because she never ever gambled at any casino again 

      

Angel Edwards

January 20 2020

 



Angel Edwards is a singer songwriter guitarist published writer published poet with 4 books from Vancouver BC Canada

member of AFM local 145

BMI SOCAN

 


Sunday, 24 January 2021

Two Fiction Pieces by Angel Edwards




Wishing Dimes micro story

 

Annabelle came back in time

to her favourite tree

There was a tiny bouquet of wildflowers

inserted into the tree trunk

The girl had a silver 1902 dime

She inserted it into the tree

 

The next century when she returned

the flowers were still there wilting

the dime was nowhere to be seen

Annabelle  inserted another dime into the tree trunk

a 2020 dime

 

making a goodwill wish

upon whoever pulled it

out of the tree



MIRA and ELROY


There once existed a magical body of water in a faraway kingdom, rarely visited by mankind. Schools of fish, a turtle and assorted water creatures lived happily within the pool.

 

One summer day, a lovely red bird swooped down from the blue sky and dipped her copper colored beak into the water. Mira spread her crimson wings out full length and the reflection appeared like a scarlet angel to the citizens of the pool. Such a vast proportion of redness was something which none of the fish had ever seen before. The color was so new, so different, compelling, so alluring that curiosity vanquished their fear and several younger smaller fish paddled up to the surface for closer look.

Underneath the surface, an elegant blue angel fish with swirling purple wing like fins floated furtively behind a large rock. Here was Elroy the largest and oldest fish in the pond. Elroy crept out from behind his stone shelter. He glanced up warily and at that precise instant Mira peered down into the pond. Their eyes met.

“How beautiful…” they each thought. Both recognized love for the first time.

Elroy was overwhelmed by this unfamiliar emotion and the fish swam rapidly away from Mira’s mesmerizing splendor, splashing the gorgeous bird in his hurry to escape.

With a majestic ruffling of her rosy feathers Mira flew off into the sky.  She did not return for three days. Elroy thought about nothing except Mira. It certainly did not help Elroy’s growing obsession to hear so many of the fish exclaiming over the beauty of the red bird. Elroy was miserable with helpless longing.

 

MIRA’S EYE VIEW

 

Mira’s world was the sky, the endless sky. Sometimes the sky’s vastness made Mira feel anxious. She envied Elroy’s world. The pond had a bottom, an end. Mira had seen clearly down to the muddy floor. (Mira perceived the water as sky. The Redbirds were not swimmers and their experience with water began and concluded with drinking sips of it now and then.)

“How safe and beautiful is my darling’s skydom” thought Mira.

Her home was in a large red tree. This was shared with numerous brothers, sisters, aunties uncles, cousins and a few non relatives.

Mira was known to fly away to solitude frequently. Her mother sisters and aunties lectured constantly about “settling down, making a nest and laying eggs.”

“For more birds!” Mira would mutter under her beak. “Just what this tree needs –more birds…”

Mira was infatuated with Elroy. She thought of Elroy as “The One fashioned from evening sky by purple twilight” 

Four mornings later Mira flew to the pond .Elroy rushed to the surface and poked his nose out of the water. He could not help himself, nor could he even begin to disguise his joy at beholding Mira. Elroy jumped into the air, using his powerful fish tail as a propeller. He executed a graceful double somersault which unfortunately ended badly in a thunderous belly flop. Again the pretty bird was thoroughly soaked. and Elroy swum off in deep embarrassment, despising his fishy clumsiness .But he swam back up to the surface again in a few minutes

“Such a tail he has” sighed Mira flying in slow circles above Elroy’s home. “I must bring him a present!”

Mira appeared with a yellow plump flower dangling from her mouth and this she dropped in front of Elroy’s face. The happy fish devoured the offering and it was the most delectable delicacy that Elroy had ever tasted.

Mira opened her long narrow beak to emit a short shrill song. It sounded like this…

”I am mmmmmmmmmmmm Miraaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.” The sound was fine music to Elroy. Once more he leapt into the air, wishing that he could make some small sound or sing a little tune in reply. ”Mira Mira Mira” Elroy chanted the name in his head, rocked on waves of sheer seventh heaven.

Bird and fish ogled one another for several long minutes and then at exactly the same time fish and bird turned reluctantly away to their respective dwellings.

Mira’s inquisitive mother asked Mira where she had been and why she was away for so long missing dinner.

“Oh Mother, I was sky studying” explained Mira with a large half truth.

Sky studying was an honored bird’s religious experience. And it was condoned and avidly encouraged. The sky with its different levels had different clouds, airs currents etc. The clouds changed their shape and palette constantly and the sky was divinity to the Redbirds. Birds would spend an entire lifetime in the earnest study of clouds and sky. Still all of the skies mysteries remained unsolved and intact. (ever leaving a bird full of revere and wonder)

A bird of course could only fly so high. Above them would still be miles and miles fathoms of unexplored unreachable sky.

Mira’s mom Burrda had an uncomfortable feeling about her daughter. All this talk of devotion to sky study was certainly news to her. Mira had never shown much interest in Skydom before.

“I wonder what that young bird is really up to…” pondered Burrda.

Her mother decided that Mira must be kept busy and to this end she employed her sister.

Mira was surprised when Auntie PickPick asked for help with her newly hatched nestlings. Auntie PickPick was as picky as her name and poor Mira flew here there and everywhere on endless errands. She had absolutely no chance to visit Elroy’s Pond.

 

ELROY’S POND

 

In Mira’s absence Elroy became increasingly despondent. He stopped swimming and spent much of his time concealed behind the rock. His friends could not cheer him up and Elroy’s depression was affecting the livelihood of the pond.. the cycle of life within the watery world lost its ordinary rhythm. The other fish spent a lot of time fussing around the angelfish. Guppies were left on their own getting into mischief and not attending fish school. Cleaning of the pond and algae eating were not attended to. The pond began to appear murky.

The Pond Elders assembled without Elroy and discussed the situation at great length. This meeting dragged on for two hours and Elroy stirred from his deep melancholy to notice the strange silence of his surroundings.. He knew that something was wrong! The blue angelfish swam to the center of the pond and his bewildered eyes saw the gathering of pond creatures. Elroy swam rapidly towards them…

Carl, a large bullfrog was the residing judge over the Pond Meetings. He was known to be quite even handed in  his judgments, as fair as a simple bullfrog could be.

Carl decreed:

“That redbird is the problem, the intruder, the interloper,  the  alien  and therefore the Bird shall be banished and not welcomed in our pond (nor in the sky above our pond)for the good and safety of all concerned.. Any sightings of the Redbird must by law be reported immediately and the bird shall be splashed and drenched with water until she either drowns or departs!”

Carl looked around at all in the small assembly. “Does any fish or animal have anything to say?”

(Fish cannot speak, so to speak, but they have the ability to communicate telepathically often with the use of bubbles)

“You can’t mean that Sir!” protested Spotty who was a close friend of Elroy’s..”We must not chase away Redbird. Elroy loves, her calls her Mira.  Maybe they belong together”.

. “What?” croaked Carl “A bird and a fish-whoever heard of such a thing!”

“Well why not” put in a small goldfish. “There is always a first time for Everything”

“I think the red bird is pretty” said a green angelfish.

“Well,” added a pale grey fish. “I think it is Elroy’s business who he loves!”

“I tell you a bird could never love a fish!” exclaimed Carl

“Elroy is way out of line!” agreed the turtle.

“Are you talking about me?” demanded Elroy, bursting in on the conversation.

All stared at Elroy dumbfounded. Spotty was pleased to see his old pal out of bed. Elroy appeared remarkably healthy too with his wonderful tail swishing out from behind him like a ballerina’s costume. His eyes were bright with temper.

“Are you talking about me behind my fins? ”shouted Elroy

 The angelfish opened his mouth to display tiny razor sharp teeth.

“Not only about you,” explained the faithful Spotty. “Carl and the others are just deciding what to do about your romance with that bird you call Mira.”

“I call her Mira because that is her name,” snarled Elroy.

“Now now Elroy.” Began Carl.

Elroy turned on the bullfrog angrily. “Just what business is this of Yours Carl?” he demanded. “Why I ought to bite your skinny leg-you pompous old-just what is going on here?”

“Er…well we were having a Pond Meeting that is all,” said Carl leaping out of the pond. The bullfrog turned to confront Elroy’s wrath from the safety of the land. ”Your infatuation with this bird has gotten out of hand Elroy  and you know it!” admonished Carl. “Pond life is begging to suffer.”

“Nonsense!” cried Elroy. “It is gossip and fish interference that has caused any problem here  .Why can’t you all simply mind your own business.”

“We only mean to help you Elroy” said Carl quietly. “and after all you Are head angelfish…”

Elroy addressed the small crowd of pond animals and fish. ’I will say that I am sorry to all of you for causing worry about nothing. I love Mira and I in tend to be with her one way or the other. If you were really my friends you would help us, not swim in judgment. .I love her. Can’t you see that?”

Elroy wept although no liquid streamed from his eyes. The angelfish cried behind his eyes(and maybe that kind of dry weeping hurts the most!)

“I believe that there is a solution to this er  predicament,” said Carl speaking tactfully. “Elroy, do you still say that you are unwilling to relinquish this doomed love affair?”

“I cannot.” answered Elroy sadly.

Carl was moved by the passion he saw in Elroy’s unblinking eyes but he remained unmoved in his verdict. The bullfrog spoke the rest of his judgment delicately.. “Elroy, you will have to retire from being Head AngelFish. Perhaps Spotty could replace you. Then  pond life can continue on as before and you Mr. Elroy are hereby released from all Pond responsibility. Well I am afraid you will have to find your own answers. You must know of course that if you actually leave the pond you will die.”

“We are taught that in roe school!” said Elroy

“Then what will you do dear Elroy?” inquired Carl with concern.

“I will simply wait for her,” declared Elroy. “Yes I shall wait for as long as it takes!”

“And what if she never comes back here?” asked Spotty.

“O didn’t you hear spotty you are to be made Head AngelFish?"

“Elroy” sniffed Spotty “How can you think that I  would accept with you putting it like that!”

“Take it easy my dear friend.” said Elroy. “I truly want you to be head angelfish. Yes I really do. My life is riding a different wave now. Why who knows I may be leaving the pond. Mira may carry me away.” Elroy laughed with glee.

Carl hopped off to his own dinner shaking his head in sadness.

The rampaging hunger that consumed Elroy’s fish soul and the desire to see his lady bird love would not be slackened. Seven days passed and Mira did not come to the pond .Elroys' thoughts twisted further out of reality and he all but ceased to breathe. What did he care for breathing? What was life without the hope of Mira’s love? Just her presence at the water’s edge or hovering so gracefully above it, just her attendance was all that he hoped and prayed for! “Only one more look at Mira and I can die a happy fish.” thought Elroy.

Carl and the turtle and most of the other fish stopped trying to reason with Elroy. Spotty wished his dear friend the greatest of life’s blessings and tried with all of his fish heart to be non judgmental regarding Elroy’s unusual choice for a mate..

But every single morning Spotty and the turtle pushed Elroy to the surface in the hope that Mira would return and see Elroy.

 

 

MIRA’S TORMENT

 

Mira's family kept close watch over her at all times, giving her no opportunity to visit Elroy.

She told no bird about her heartache.

 

“Hail Beautiful Sky,” prayed Mira with all of the devotion that she could muster. Her thoughts always returned to Elroy. ”He has such incredible feathers(of scales she knew nothing).”And I can see both eyes with one look! I wonder what he thinks about me. I do believe that he loves me! I wish that I was not so big compared to him! I hope that he admires my extra long wingspan. I heard his friend  call him Elroy.” Mira put her head under her wing and sighed deeply, singing his name under her breath. “Elroy! Elroy1Elroy!”

Her wistful reverie was rudely interrupted.

“Miraaaaaaaaaaaa” squawked Auntie PickPick. I need you to watch my nestlings! Whatever are you doing sleeping in the daytime?”

Mira flapped her wings in irritation and awkwardly alit from her perch . ”Sorry Auntie” said Mira and busied herself singing songs and telling stories to the baby redbirds. The stories were all about a grand angelfish and although the little ones had no idea what an angelfish was they listened attentively and soon were lulled to sleep.

 

Elroy’s Vigil

 

Spotty took on the role of head angelfish and did his very best. Elroy may have been gratified to learn that every creature in the pond missed him. Fish friends brought him food or he would have perished.. Basically Elroy was left to to his own solitary misery.. He became something of a legend., an underground romantic hero. Some of the younger female fish were terribly impressed by the high drama of this doomed love affair. Parents used the story of “Poor Elroy Who Had-Fallen-in-love--with-the Red One from the Sky and Fallen From Grace" to scare their progeny away from foolish love affairs.

Pond life trickled along. Elroy became a shadow of a fish. He was emaciated in body and even leaner in spirit. His fins drooped. His brilliant colors were fading paler and paler each passing day. The summer was nearly over and still there was no sign of Mira. Elroy never ceased to believe that she would return. He never stopped waiting. Every single morning Elroys friends lifted him to the surface to watch for. Mira. Their faith persisted even as Elroy watched the land trees begin to change into their autumn apparel.

Carl alone remained sceptical but he kept his doubts to himself.

 

Now there came flocks of noisy migrating birds, flying high above the pond but there was no Redbird in sight. The air grew colder. By September’s last days Elroy was in a sorry state. His eyesight was dim and his body convulsed uncontrollably. His friends were filled with sorrow and could only swim nearby, helplessly watching their old leader die.

Still each morning the turtle Spotty and three or four others pushed Elroy to the surface of the pond.

 

 

MIRA’S GIFT

 

Mira awoke from a vivid nightmare in which a school of fish gathered around Elroy who appeared to be right at death’s door. .Mira knew in her heart that she must at any cost return to the pond... The red bird flew to a distant corner of her world to the remote dangerous marshlands. She landed on the ground. under a tall blue tree. Mira pecked and searched and finally pulled up a long stringy blue weed from the depths of the soggy ground. This strange plant was sacred to the Redbirds and probably not known to the fish world...

So as the small fish pond continued their daily sky watch yet prepared for the worst, Mira made her graceful appearance out of the blue. She carried the long stringy blue plant in her beak. This Mira dropped directly into Elroy’s wide gaping mouth and he gulped at once swallowing the curative weed .Elroy fell asleep and Mira flew away with a hopeful heart.

Spotty and a few of the others fluttered Elroy’s sleeping form back to his homestead rock. Hope reigned in the depths of that small body of water .Elroy awoke after two days.

“O tell me that it was not a dream!” were Elroy’s first words to the crowd gathered around him. A cheer rose up from the assembled pond creatures because they knew Elroy was going to be alright (if his strong shout was any indication)

“No it was not a dream. Mira did return” said Spotty “It really happened! Mira flew over and…”

“As a matter of fact,” interrupted Carl. ”We watched her feed you a strange plant and it appears to have restored your health. It would seem that this lady bird of yours loves you very much after all Elroy. Please accept my sincere apologies.”

“O Carl,” said Elroy. “I know that I have been selfish about this. I have doubted all of you and you stood by me .I see that now. Will you all please forgive me?

“There there quiet now,” said Carl soothingly as he was speaking to a guppy.. “You just rest now Elroy.”

“Mira loves me!” sang Elroy to himself transported on waves of rapture. “She loves me! Mira loves me!”

 

Mira returned to the pond many more times, always with a gift of a plant or flower.

The fish and the bird gazed with loving eyes upon each other and began and ended each visit with fish nose touching orange beak.

This kissing ritual was exhilarating to both of them. The pond inhabitants would cheer for their love.

They were the inspiration for many bedtime love stories

Mira’s family never met Elroy, never visited his pond and grew to believe that Mira was a serious sky study student who required time for herself. The Redbirds allowed her to fly off on her own.

Maybe this is a true story for true love has no boundaries.

If you ever happen upon Elroy’s magical pond you may consider yourself extremely blessed.

Look very closely into the water.

You may see a red birds reflection if you have an open mind and a trusting heart.

 


Angel Edwards

July 2000

Revised January 2012

 

Published in

Vancouverweekly

Feb 23 2013

 

Published in

ShortStoryAvenue

Jan 5 2021

 




Angel Edwards is a singer songwriter guitarist published writer published poet with 4 books from Vancouver BC Canada

member of AFM local 145

BMI SOCAN


Tuesday, 19 January 2021

Three Poems by Moe Seager

 



November Western Pennsylvania

 

When the great lakes recedes into itself

Gels to frigid mass

Her elements condense, ice to inertia

By crystalline spearheads

Launched  from the throat of Arctic

They scour the loping whitecaps of Erie

To lance the hulls of nomad steamers

 

When polar furies gallop the glazed plane

Howl their venomous gales

Flocks flee with locust horde

Molt snared in stiff barbed pines

While great schools of trout solipsists

Submerge in liquid marble solitudes

Sirens rise from cavernous chambers

From aqua-black pits in the womb of her

 

One hundred miles due south

A lapse in time descends upon the land

Unnoticed by city and industry town

River crawling through valley

Stream treading mud banks

Pond convolutes to motionless spirals

Squirrel, rabbit, muting gray

Deer herd thins and brittle leaves

Snap like match heads.

Movement measured in mortal ticks

All the dogs are pensive

Insatiable shadow – a glove upon all

 

Within my corrugated urban fabric maze

A speck of yard my countryside

Dormant patch of wind scathed crust

Suspended, slumber, limbo lull 

 

Between trumpet blast of autumn shock

And fluted shrill of winter

Soulful peel of cello chords

When poplar bows the breeze

 

Each raw note – one raw nerve

Unleashed nature, her naked self

Tree of bone, rock of muscle

Hills of twisted spine.

 

 

I October


I October
Fire, color, syrup sweet, dripping vines
Grand, my consummate embrace of passion

Ablaze, my glorious variations
Radiant, defiant my stand in the throes of encroaching shadows
Triumphant, for a spellbinding moment
Misty haze aromatic, my perfumes scent the harvest
Take me, intoxicate, dine at my table, drink me to your fill
Excite with me, spread your limbs free
My winds, swirl, whirl, rustle you open
Beautiful, naked, flight of the leaves
Night owl hoots, field mouse dances
A distant train passing in the night
It's lazy cadence beckons you dream
As it shuffles by gently, a faint lullaby
Passed, the plentitude of mother spring's seeds ripened,
Passed, the bounty of father summer's fallen fruits
Take me, la grande dame, yours, encore et encore
November soon to strip me to the raw
December to bury me in his white shroud cover of snow
I October, last grand consummate embrace of passion
Bittersweet, before the silence


                                                                                                                                                    

Bird talk


4 a.m. Paris

Jazz meditation ebbing the silent pool of nocturne.

Then to greet the dawn

As it leaks through the window

A gentle wash of light.

A walk along barely stirring streets

Green leaf dew drop

Bird talk

Tomorrow another day




Seager is a poet and jazz & blues vocalist who sings his poems on stages in Paris,New York and elsewhere and has recorded 2 jazzpoetry c.d.s.

Seager founded and hosts Angora Poets (Paris) World Café,100 Thousand Poets for Change Paris and is one of the coordinators for le Fédération des Poètes paris.

He has 5 collections of poetry and currently publishes with Onslaught press, Oxford, U.K.  Other poetry collections are issued from the French Ministry of Culture –

Dream Bearers,1990.

One World, Cairo Press –in Arabic translation, 2004 

We Want Everything in French translation, les Temps des Cirises, Paris, 1994

Perhaps, La Maison de la Poesie, Grenoble, France, 2006

Fishermen and Pool Sharks Busking editions, London, 1992

Additionally Seager won a Golden Quill Award (USA) for investigative journalism,1989  and received an International Human Rights award from the Zepp foundation, 1990.

He teaches writing in Paris.

 

Keep the Beat on the Pulse of Life!

Moe Seager


http://www.facebook.com/moe.seager


http://www.myspace.com/bluenotemetaphor


http://moe-seager.blogspot.com




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