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Writers: Kevan Myers

  • Marco Mazzella

    SPEAKING BEYOND WORDS

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    Here is The Kiss Of Life, a banquet of delicious images that sing and dance with real poetry , but rarely escapes from a wit that’s ready to rip a hole in their formal attire to bring us back to earth with a smile. At times they lead us out of complacency to stare at scenes that bring horror and tears before they return to spiritual thoughts,or the dramas that lie in wait for so many human beings. Kevan Myers writing can be profoundly mystic , while never losing the childlike innocence of play, imbued with an insight and wit. It’s clearly there in the titles of the poems: ‘Please Beguile My Smile' ... as we pass by ... ‘The Way Of Untruth’ … to where... ‘I Wandered Lonely As A Car… On Missing The Soul Of The Selfie...’ to’ …. The Limits Of Minutes ... Inside Stained Glass…..' Each time I pick up the book it sends me fresh and vital lines that lead me away from my space in this lighted room outside to the vast Indian ocean and beyond . I can’t just tuck it away on my b...Here is The Kiss Of Life, a banquet of delicious images that sing and dance with real poetry , but rarely escapes from a wit that’s ready to rip a hole in their formal attire to bring us back to earth with a smile. At times they lead us out of complacency to stare at scenes that bring horror and tears before they return to spiritual thoughts,or the dramas that lie in wait for so many human beings. Kevan Myers writing can be profoundly mystic , while never losing the childlike innocence of play, imbued with an insight and wit. It’s clearly there in the titles of the poems: ‘Please Beguile My Smile' ... as we pass by ... ‘The Way Of Untruth’ … to where... ‘I Wandered Lonely As A Car… On Missing The Soul Of The Selfie...’ to’ …. The Limits Of Minutes ... Inside Stained Glass…..' Each time I pick up the book it sends me fresh and vital lines that lead me away from my space in this lighted room outside to the vast Indian ocean and beyond . I can’t just tuck it away on my bookshelf because there are so many images and thoughts calling me me to dive inside again. (more)

  • Susan Barr-sim

    Where the sky can fall down to Earth

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    In this book you’ll find lyrical poems, that carry you skywards towards the sublime, then spin you back to earth, without missing a beat: " In the cathedral, grey and high, adrift in incense, floating by the effigies of saints, the light, through stained-glass windows, flutters on the deacon’s fat behind, while a class of sixth-form schoolgirls fills his mind. " (Inside Stained Glass) While others challenge our complacency, with their indignant portrait of the horrors inflicted on human beings who flee from poverty and war, to seek a safe place to survive: "The blank and staring eyes of those who only yesterday sat round the fire to share their stories and their hopes. Now glassy-eyed, with faces facing down, they float." (Turning Over The Welcome Mat) There are poems of whimsical fantasy: "...where whales, stranded, dread the well-intentioned hands of interfering humans, who would ruin their plans..." (What Those Nature Flicks Don’t Show) And th...In this book you’ll find lyrical poems, that carry you skywards towards the sublime, then spin you back to earth, without missing a beat: " In the cathedral, grey and high, adrift in incense, floating by the effigies of saints, the light, through stained-glass windows, flutters on the deacon’s fat behind, while a class of sixth-form schoolgirls fills his mind. " (Inside Stained Glass) While others challenge our complacency, with their indignant portrait of the horrors inflicted on human beings who flee from poverty and war, to seek a safe place to survive: "The blank and staring eyes of those who only yesterday sat round the fire to share their stories and their hopes. Now glassy-eyed, with faces facing down, they float." (Turning Over The Welcome Mat) There are poems of whimsical fantasy: "...where whales, stranded, dread the well-intentioned hands of interfering humans, who would ruin their plans..." (What Those Nature Flicks Don’t Show) And there are others, which are close to Zen: "Letting go of everything, at last I find the lake where the moon likes to sleep when it’s awake." (Where All Paths Meet) Many readers will feel at home with the images and ideas in this book, which speak in clear and simple language, and a good few may concur with the poet as he wryly complains about features of modern life, like ‘selfies’ and ‘celebrities’, while sending up himself, as he grunts along. This book examines the human condition with sympathy and a wit, which touches the metaphysical, as it brings us to end with the unknown that may lie in wait for us: "The windscreen-wipers wipe me to and fro until the screen is blank, and where and who I ever was no being can know. " (A Look At Life) My only grouse with this book is that it contains so much that it’s hard to take it all in. But when I go through its pages in search of the poems I’d evict, my list is almost empty. So please take a look yourself, and see if I’m wrong. (more)

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