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Eligibility Post 2023

Eva

Hello! Happy New Year!

I hope this year finds all of you healthy and well. I’m sitting with a cup of cold coffee in a non-wintery and spring-y Greece – it’s 19°C degrees currently— contemplating the passage of time. I think time is one of those concepts that are indescribable when it comes to how everyone experiences them. Some days feel like months. Sometimes, full years feel like a brief moment. A blink of the eye and they’re gone. And there’s also this alternate dimension that we’ve all fallen into where 2020 was last year. Well.

All this to say, that I was very lucky to publish some pieces last year, both short stories and poems. I have no idea when this happened, how I’m starting from this very same chair another spin around the sun all over again, but I’m grateful and I’m ready.

 

Here are the two short stories I published last year in two wonderful venues:

  • “Money Thirst” in Radon Journal. A contract gone wrong, as all things do when you make deals with corporations.
  • “The Bodytakers” in Heartlines Spec. A story about huge tortoises with forests on their carapace, found family and taking a leap of faith.

 

And here are all the poems that are eligible for the Rhysling Award:

 

 

 

Almost Poetry: Train thoughts

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We meet in the middle.
The lavender field bursts with quiet.

The book in my hands a relic
of my imagination and my once-found peace

The dirt on your cheeks confesses
long hours of work.

Your shirt isn’t tucked in your pants.

As the sky loses its boundaries with the lavender blossoms
and the blush on your ears pulls me closer,

I think back on that scene I read earlier in the train.

About the woman that was searching for
her soul at the roots of the riverside trees.

I wonder if she found it,
like I found you.

Day 3 of Camp NaNo

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Officially in Day 3 and, I have no idea where I’m going but I’m sailing ‘cause moving is my middle name.

I have plans for this month, and not managing to reach my goal for camp is actually one of them. Okay, not really. No really.

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Almost poetry: awake at night

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you ask me why I don’t sleep at night,
why I work while everyone is dreaming,
what makes the absence of light a preference,
and see,
it’s not that I don’t understand your question,
or that I don’t have an answer,
but I’m afraid you’ll not listen
how loud are your thoughts
in the dark,
like being underwater,
when your heartbeat echoes in your bones,
beat after beat after beat
while the oxygen burns in your lungs,
and see,
it’s like that for me when everyone’s dreams
are deafening,
a deep blue silence that keeps my body afloat
and my mind from drowning

Exploring poetry

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Lately I’ve been delving into poetry. Mostly reading, but sometimes writing, too. I torture my friends with my 3am inspirations and first drafts of poems that I wrote on jotterpad when sleep wouldn’t come, but I don’t regret it because it’s fun, and because it makes sense.

The poetry out there is beautiful and fascinating and inspirational and many more adjectives that have a warm and motivational feeling.

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