Ice Floe Press editor @jakkybankong-obi.bsky.social feature at @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social #silverbranches series!💐

TIDAL Tide of blunt force pain recedes So simple this territory of remission What to ask of the preternatural light at shore an icon of driftwood This is how I float towards my mother

Picture of my mother as a young girl in Halifax, N.S.

My mother’s family came to N. America to escape autocrats, dictators, pogroms, fascism(s). That she would appreciate NO KINGS Day falls on her birthday today, I have no doubt. Happy Birthday Helen🕯️/& a mother poem of mine published
@blackboughpoetry.bsky.social first anthology, 2nd
#SilverBranches.

Ty so much Vikki. "white static". So lovely you are also nominated for your work.

To #silverbranches! 💐🎸🎤

My poem "Loneliness and Magic" (c) 2025 Robert Frede Kenter. From the May Silver Branches feature at Black Bough (an online monthly feature). I used to read at a hallucinatory pace in the fulcrum of vision and incantation. Chartreuse roses dying, blackened petals, Charcoal singed. Everyone knew everyone else, who painted, or at the worst, wrote a few songs. We lived, factored in ruminative lives, travel, its displacement. Projecting trees upon dioramas. Fleeting encounters in sick rooms, enjambment and silhouettes. Bullet trains, blurs, digital camera shakes put through morphing software. ​ Oh production lines. Flippant military incursions. To the south and north of the local food bank, the refugee centre. Doctor’s offices with their identifiable portraits, queues of exhaustion, rooms of combination locks. One aggrandizing element hitting upon another, unnamed and unidentifiable bruises. The examination revealed the metastasized tumour and your final portrait in the outdoor window gallery. This poem of grief, with its nights, scripts for drugs that help wash sleep over pain. In a hotel lobby, gather up community towards the light of other’s survival. In forms of money and purpose, gather up. To the mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers. To loneliness and magic. Later, shadows in gated gardens. The night of blooming song.

detail from " Neighborhood" an image by Robert Frede Kenter (c) 2025. Carbon blue image of offices, houses and apartments, an art work curated for #SilverBranches May 2025 poetry/image project featuring my work at Wales Black Bough feature.

Loneliness and Magic, a #poem and #image #photoart #hybrid from my May #silverbranches feature at @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social

"skin taut
and vulnerable like a small war drum"

brilliant new prose poem (ecologies-and-self in critique) by @vikkicwrites.bsky.social as part of her month-long feature through @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social #silverbranches series.

Murder Ballad (con molto) Moon ripples on Moon Lake, a spotlight over mica and birch bark, Trees blow cold. Many ghosts come here, somersaulting slow down hills. Over ridge and granite rock, through trillium meadows (past fields and yards), the cut down pines, to a shore-side. Exiled moon, a knife cutting a darker current. Rough pianism's rag-time, one a.m. A sonata, a magical, abject sonata. Gods with amused fingers splatter motifs of aching tresses. A woman in a night gown. Cascading crescendo search-light moon, blood-hounds, diminuendo. (c) Robert Frede Kenter 2025

My poem "Murder Ballad" (c) 2025. from @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social #silverbranches (been a blast/of/pure/magic) 🎸💐#poem #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #writer #contemporarypoetry #blueskypoetry
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Murder Ballad Am in honor of my #silverbranches feature at @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social all this month #tune one #murderballads #bskymusic 1 of 4

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eco-poems, nite-reels, murder-ballads & more a #poetry feature of Robert Frede Kenter's writings w/images & an artist statement at @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social May #silverbranches series. #hybrid #poemsuite #images #blueskypoetry 🎸
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