I found this in one of my notebooks. I like to practice writing with my left hand and I will do it sometimes when my carpal tunnel acts up.
*on the photo reads
Where is the poem
in the words written with
your non-dominant hand?
Maybe it’s in all the wrong
spaces. Or maybe it’s in the
learning to write again.
I’m very excited and grateful that two of my poems, “Helianthus”” and “Petrichor”, have been nominated for the Rhysling award! I’d like to thank the editors in Solarpunk Magazine and Utopia Science Fiction for publishing them.
I’m very late to the party, but since the nominations for the poetry Rhyslings awards end tomorrow, here are my eligible poems:
“Worlds Apart” appeared in Star*Line.
“First rule of time travel”, about losing yourself in wormholes, in Star*Line.
“Petrichor”, on the fragmentation of the self and the distributed consciousness in Utopia Science Fiction.
“Helianthus”, an anarchist poem about changing the meaning of work, in Solarpunk Magazine.
“An ode to the stone cold gaze”, about Medusa, in Daughter of Sarpedon: Tempered Tales, from Brigids Gate.
If you haven’t voted yet, it would mean the world to me if you considered my poems.
Thalassa, the daughter of Hmera
her depths unexplored
her secrets unconquered
she has conquered the world
explored our inner depths
we ‘re all Thalassa’s daughters
definitions from Greek to English
θάλασσα, thalassa: sea
ημέρα, hmera: day
I am lucky enough to have two of my poems be part of a wonderful poetry anthology dedicated to Ursula K. Le Guin. It’s called Climbing Lightly through Forests: A Poetry Anthology Honoring Ursula K. Le Guin and includes poems and essays inspired by Le Guin’s work from great artists all around the world. Working with the editors Lisa M. Bradley and R.B. Lemberg was a great experience.
The first poem “We dream the future in our songs” has been inspired by my favourite book of hers “The Word for World is Forest” and the second one “Time is being and being time” is an answer to her poem “Hymn to Time”.
While I didn’t discover Le Guin as an author until a decade ago, her words have created a little nest in my heart I visit frequently and add to it as I read more of her work – which I do slowly, as I’m afraid of the emptiness once I won’t have another book of hers to open, like a last step on staircase that doesn’t really exist.
I believe this book covers this emptiness, approaches her work with love and care and all the ways her words have touched her readers.
Time is being and being
time, it is all one thing,
the shining, the seeing,
the dark abounding.
from Hymn to Time, by Ursula K. Le Guin
I have a new poem up in Uncanny Magazine. “Νόστιμον Ήμαρ” is a poem about leaving and missing home and the taste of it.
Νόστιμον Ήμαρ means “the day of return” in Greek and it’s an expression one can find in Odyssey. The word νόστιμος (tasty) has the same root as νoσταλγία (nostalgia) which is νόστος and means coming back to your home country. It’s an interesting thing if you think about it, how tastes and food can mean home to people.
I hope you enjoy it!