IMAGINING LIFE AFTER COVID-19 with Our Poet Laureate G Jamie Dedes.


“The WOMAWORDS press June Edition is to be edited by our Poet Laureate and USA Associate to the WOMAWORDS Hall of Fame, Jamie Dedes.“The call is open to women poets from May 20 through June 20.“Ten poems and poets will be selected from the submissions, which should include a short third-person bio of thirty-to-sixty words and your photograph.“Submissions to be forwarded to BOTH Mbizo Chirasha womawordpress@gmail.com and cc’d Jamie Dedes at thepoetbyday@gmail.com”.

SPECIAL BLOG PROFILES:Collecting the Life of MELISSA BEGLEY!


Reading MELISSA BEGLEY is quite  a knowledge mining expedition.Melissa is a diverse and multi-gifted humanist. Her spiritualreflections, her poetic messages and grief laden brave messages to herdeparted beloved Mr. Sandman are soul touching and heart-rending. Ms.P as Melissa Begley nicknamed herself is honing  her creative writing skills  while she is  fast rising   into an indomitable digital spaces socialite  with a massive follower-ship on social MEDIA spaces ,especially on FACEBOOK. Despite everyday mounting life hurdles,Melissa Begley maintains a brave stead, wielding her pen to cast away spells of negativity and depression. Her daily life devotions replace sorrow with hope. Aluta Continua!!! This installment is thorough  exhibition of Melissa Begley’s Life , Poetic and Spiritual Reflections. Most her messages are strokes of moral instruction.

EVERYTHING REMEMBERS IN MICHAEL DICKEL’S NOTHING REMEMBERS.


Wholesomely, NOTHING REMEMBERS is a paradox of life, death and resurrection as seen in seasons of life ,in the aging , as seen in the sunrise and sunset, so EVERYTHING REMEMBERS that becomes in the paradox of Michael Dickel’s NOTHING REMEMBERS. My argument is there is nothing called nothing, even void is full of something even if that something is emptiness. Nothing Remembers is a deep paradox of existence and non-existence, or nonexistence in existence. NOTHING REMEMBERS , the title  is  a complex analogy  of  the world found  in Michael Dickel’s poesy and that  is artistically synchronized  by  the visual art oil painting  Angel of Time, which is the cover jacket of the  , remember time  depicts  age and agelessness , existence , spirituality , memory and  hope . All these factors are captured in NOTHING REMEMBERS. When you remember an incident , the first flicker of your memory is  TIME , so the use of the visual art  ANGEL OF TIME on  the book cover  synchronizes  presentation ,  literary swag  , artistic  dexterity, reason ,morality  and depth of detail ,etiquette, personal experience ,travelogue and deep personal reflections.

TIME OF THE POET:Second Name of Earth is PEACE.


  MOTHER EARTH is broken from  incessant  decadent wars carelessly perpetuated by mindless ,vicious political imbeciles. Our natural wealth  plundered  by  greedy ,gluttonous   economic dare-devils, imbibing  crude oil and fresh blood .   Warlord-ism set the suns of our freedom, our earth is torn naked   . War is ravaging the beauty of African diamond fields ,We … Continue reading TIME OF THE POET:Second Name of Earth is PEACE.

A DINNER WITH POETS OF DEFIANCE (Voices for Sudan): Brave Voices Poetry Journal 66


CURATOR OF DEFIANCE : Mr. Super-Power It is very easy to watch child soldiers slaughtering other children in the name of war on CNN International and BBC Africa. Madam Democrat Hell easy to speak of democracy and peace in the comfort of uptown glitter built by Sudanese gems and golden oil. Comrade Humanitarian, Bloody easy to carry briefcases filled with blood money to buy rifles and mental cranking drugs for young boys in Juba to kill their elders. Honorable Ambassador, It is hur….r aay cheap for you to cut off Sudanese news headlines and stash them in your political diplomacy library, get paid on the 25th of August, enjoy cups of cappuccino and forget. Mr. Military Junta, Sweat easy to swallow your heart and become a warlord, not ashamed to sit on tables to talk peace for people you are killing. I say, it is not easy to see a Darfur mother’s giving birth biting a bullet. I go on to say, It is difficult to see grenade shredded Khartoum babies on headlines of global news. I find it not easy to walk on mounds of gun- caused shallow graves. To see stacks of machete riddled human carcasses every day of our mighty lord. African Union, European Union, Americas, Indian Peace Foundations, Asian Peace Unions And United Nations, Where are you? While gun merchants, oil cartels And blood diamond cabals harvest bloody wealth, Sudan reaping death…………. Khartoum harvesting pangs of hunger We are not mentally deaf and poetically blind …………… Asijiki! We need a sweet fart of peace in Sudan and beyond. Poetry is the Weapon of Mass Instruction Ahoy!!! Tonight, after your dinner with poets of defiance. You can also pick some ink and write a verse of peace for Sudan, IN BOLD LETTERS – Mbizo Chirasha is Editor and Curator: A Dinner with Poets of Defiance (Voice for Sudan, Brave Voices Poetry Journal 66).

Bozhidar Pangelov ,A Refined Bulgarian Poet .


His first book Four Cycles written entirely with an unknown author but in a complete synchronous on motifs of the Hellenic legends and mythos. The co-author (Vanja Konstantinova) is an editor of his next book Delta and she is the woman whom The Girl Who… is dedicated to. His last (so far) book is The Man Who.. In June 2013 a bilingual poetry book A Feather of Fujiama is being published in Amazon as a kindle edition. Some of his poems are translated into Italian, German, Polish, Russian, Chinese, Turkish, Arabic, Romanian, Portuguese and English languages and are published on poetry sites as well as in anthologies and some periodicals all over the world. Bozhidar Pangelov is on the German project Europe .. takes Europa ein Gedicht, Castrop Rauxel ein Gedicht RUHR 2010 and the project SPRING POETRY RAIN 2012, Cyprus.His penname “bogpan” means “god Pan” – in Greek religion and mythology.

Mama Africa is the Republik’ of Poetry (Brave Voices Poetry Journal 65)


Mother Africa survived the trauma of clanging chains of captivity during SLAVE TRADE , shackles of colonialism and winced from beatings of hard bolt nut clenched fists of apartheid. Children and grandchildren of Mother Africa watched helplessly her sorrowful dance to the acoustics of sufferance. Still , Africa remain resilient against beauty - smashing punches from kindred’s of neo-colonialism : global village, digital revolution and consumerism .Mama Africa’s groin is ripped apart by her triplets totalitarian regimes, economic malaise and moral decadence. Today Mother Africa of pyramids , Africa of Nefertiti , Africa of Lumumba , Africa of Mandela ,Africa of Kambarage , Africa of Lithium , Africa of diamond and Africa of uranium wallow in murky waters of poverty ,chronic civil wars and deadly epidemics .Young and established poets contributing to this Brave Voices Poetry Journal 65 Edition, AFRICA IS A POETRY REPUBLIC dipped pen tongues into dimples and crevices of our Mother Africa . The poetic tongues then spat their snort of satire and the saliva of paradox onto our mental inboxes. Tonight, we are pilgrims to the poetry gods and goddesses, we trudge through shrines of metaphor, altars of irony, mountains of hyperbole and forests of rhythm until we reach to the zenith of the POETRY REPUBLIC-Africa .( Editor of Brave Voices Poetry Journal).

MOZA IS OUR COUNTRY :Brave Voices Poetry Journal 64.


MOZA IS OUR COUNTRY : 2019 arrived with omens of bad luck of death, hunger and disease. Maybe Gods are angry or bad devils are at it again. The wings of Cyclone Idai, Satan’s angel washed away the soul, breath and glint of Moza. Moza twice died and was raised by our Gods of resilience. Today we are warming the heart of Moza with metaphors of hope and we also mourn the loss of those buried in unmarked cemeteries of IDAI and KENNETH. We write these messages to massage the bruised confidence of Moza and with the hope that Moza will rise again from cinders of despair. We are African griots grieving with you Comrade Moza in this moment of forced silence and we shall dance alongside at sun rise. We say to the people of Mozambique Together We Rise. To those souls and spirits wiped away by the devils wing, we say Rest in Peace and we implore the Gods to calm your anguished spirits. ALUTA CONTINUA, land of the brave. From Tete to Sofala, Maputo to Beira, Chimoio to Manica, Nampula to Gorongoza. We say MOZA is our country .ALUTA

Our Poetry Chef is Michael Dickel.


Michael Dickel works to move beyond the edges of understanding—combining language, imagery, philosophy, theory, life, politics, and sound in musical landscapes of words that seek to articulate the felt sense of the world. His pieces range from recognizable genres to experimental new forms to pure sound-language-thought play somewhere beyond surrealism. His latest collection, Nothing Remembers … Continue reading Our Poetry Chef is Michael Dickel.

SANAZ DAVOOD ZADEH FARS IRANIAN POET OF PROTEST


 SANAZ DAVOOD ZADEH FARS poems are stubbed like half pulled rizzla rolled weed. Her poetry is rebellious with traces of protest and resistance .Her verses are grenades laced with golden showers (flowers). Her ironic lines carry emotion and the satire is succulent with tears of a patriot whose conscience is burnt or roughened by war , … Continue reading SANAZ DAVOOD ZADEH FARS IRANIAN POET OF PROTEST