WOMAWORDS LITERARY PRESS* is a literary arts culture digital space exhibiting WOMEN voices of RESILIENCE and featuring Writings of RESISTANCE. In this great year of 2020, we are ready to unleash a highly ambitious, #DaughersoftheEarthProject, an International Writers Contest. The project seeks to promote dialogue, exhibit experiences and speak out dignified solutions on matters of menstrual equity and health through * VOICES of RESISTANCE* and WORDS OF RESILIENCE *. WOMA WORDS and VOICES to disarm perpetrators of barbarism, stigma and violence. And also free the girl-child from the yoke of inferiority complex and historical stereotypes. The CROSS OVER, Liberating Voices Journal is a global collection of writers, activists, artists and poets representing WOMAWORDS in their countries and continents. We take this opportunity to introduce the Fundraising Coordinator of the # Daughtersof theEarth Project , Writer and Peace Activist Melissa Begley and our 2020 Poet Laureate is Jamie Dedes . Jamie Dedes is the Founding Editor of THE POET BY DAY , an official publicity partner of the #DaughtersoftheEarth Project and other WOMAWORDS LITERARY PRESS Activities. Our Featured Image is courtesy of Poet and Visual Artist MIROSLAVA PANAYOTOVA ,our Bulgarian Associate. Aluta Continua!!! ( WOMAWORDS CHIEF EDITOR).
To read is to enter
a new world
A new unlimited world
with words, connections
and invaluable thoughts
on the other
of the unseen
of the untouched.
To read is to shelter
when the guards are
looking for a scapegoat.
To read is resistance
to the unhealthy
To read is to be.
To be the one
you can be
instead of the one
To read is to
reach the collective
mind of others
and for the
time of reading
escape the loneliness
that capsules you
Once reading for
a woman was
DOLORES MEDEN *( CONTRIBUTING EDITOR ,NORTHERN EUROPE)* was born in Sweden by Croatian parents and have lived there all her life. A graduate of Bachelor of Arts in History of Religion. She also studied some languages, mostly Slovene and Chinese. She is a translator and have since translated one children’s book by Brane Mozetič from Slovene into Swedish and some of his poetry for a festival and for a magazine. She is a house wife, studying Spanish to expand her translating career.
ONE SKY ,ONE EARTH
The land is not just earth.
But one ploughed into existence.
As one removes each layer
Sweat,dreams and streams will flow.
Wherever the war is
Our heart walls are hurt.
Whichever field is burning
Yours or your neighbour’s,
It is life that starves.
It is the earth’s womb that turns bakrren.
When can we ever build a dream
that all can see together..?
When can we all join in one prayer
Under the same tree…?
As birds fly beyond borders,
I dream of a nationality
Where I am not a foreigner,
A dream of a singular Nationality.
AMBILY OMANAKUTTAN, Kerala,India
Writer , Poet and Activist.Her activities were centered on
tribals. While working for their welfare, she also involved herself in
struggles against their exploitation and for their rights. She, who is
raising her voice constantly through essays and poems against the
injustices meted out to them by the society and the political system.She
also uses her word power against the attacks on women and children. She is
saying ,Poetry is her soul but more than it like a weapon for her
We have risen so many times of faded auroras;
between the shadows and flaps of things
that kill the mornings of illusions.
The price of life auctioned
and the death that walks,
after the poor people
. The anxiety of my word is such (They put me in it, if necessary),
that escapes my hands.
Maybe it’s my certain potion for the one who has nothing,
for the one who lives sheltered from the burden.
For such a tiny eternity,
I try to abolish all distance;
open the successive doors of silences
, raising my voice … confronting injustice …
I bring life,
I decentralize the tricks,
I give you the password to the promised land:
We poets know when the seed is fertile
and we wrote poetry, in the memory of the peoples”
KARINA KRENN, (48)
Argentine writer, Poet, Author of “Inmarcesible” (novel for which I was invited to participate in FILH 2019, Cuba). Teacher of initial and middle levels of the Province of Córdoba. Co-Founder of “Urpilitay” (containment foundation for orphan children). Cultural Promoter and Activist for women and people with disabilities. Ambassador of ALMA (Alzheimer) and ACDAC (deaf people). Convinced that poetry is the “Weapon of Massive Construction” of a World that is possible for ALL.
My name is not enough, mother erred,
Malice iced jokes that carry rattling venom,
Especially of note,
Is butt and nose,
My tent of night hues bowed to slung,
Questioning my brains in unsavory rudiments,
See who the Savage is now?
Carrying a saintly name and a string of titles,
You furrow your brow when I spit,
Yet, the little skeletons full in your cupboard,
And the maids in the nude in your mansion,
How about the false drugs that kill instead of heal?
Dare I say you grow guns like Flowers?
Or that you are a night sponsor of mayhem,
You label me migrant when you dispossessed me,
You table me as statistics of displaced while you torched my home,
You feed me posho to dry my uterus,
Claiming my breeding is sewer rat style,
See how pointed your finger is to your long term investment,
Only the investment is an inventory of rot and robbery,
Deeply ingrained in every dusty path you walk,
And every hand you shake,
Talk to your self,
Lable in truth what the inner eye sees,
And perhaps, the world may rest
And glow from less labeling.
NANCY NDEKE( AFRICAN CONTINENT ASSOCIATE) , Poet of international acclaim and a reputable literary arts consultant.Her Writings and Profiles featured in several Collections, Anthologies and Publications including the American magazine Wild Fire, Save Africa Anthology. World Federation of Poets in Mexico. Ndeke is a Resident Contributor of the Brave Voices Poetry Journal since Mid-2018. African Contributor to the DIFFERENT TRUTHS- A publication that sensitizes the world on the plight of Autism edited by Aridham Roy. Ndeke’s Poetry and other Literatures in WILD FIRE PUBLICATION in America published by Susan Joyner Stumpf and Susan Brooke Langdon. ARCS MAGAZINE in New York Edited by DR. Anwer Ghani. Her Women in Arts Presentation was recently published by WOMEN OF ART (WOA) in Cape Coast in Ghana and in the Soy Poesia in Peru. Claudette V pg 11 featured her writings with great reception.AZAHAR from Mexico, with the initiative from Josep Juarez has also featured her poetry. She is also featured in WORLD FESTIVAL OF POTRY (WFP) from Mexico under the able editorial team comprising Luz Maria Lopez .INTERNATIONAL AFRICAN WRITERS from Nigeria, under the able hands of Munyal Markus Manunyi .Patricia Amundsen from Australia featured her poetry on this year’s international women’s day at Messenger of Love, Radio Station. Esteemed poetess Jolly Bhattacharjee featured my works on her greatly acclaimed awareness anthology for 2019, India.
I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again
To us women! who refuse to be refused
Standing our ground and speaking
no more pulling our
hair in anger
or speaking in silence
Something has changed,
I’m not talking about the change of seasons
or the turning of leaves here
We had to break in order to grow
now, as we stand today
all lessons learnt, tall and proud
let us not forget,
that to get here
we had to pass through that place between
nowcrhere and somewhere just before we hit
The many mountains heavy on our heads,
we had to balance lest they bury us alive but
The words and not songs taught us the true
meaning of strong, resilience and patience,
Let us remember to remember,
all the women who had to be…then
so that we can be… today,
their dreams which live through us,
their vision that didn’t dry up together with
their tired bones…
Daughters, sisters and mothers…we’ve come a long way,
Define yourselves before they define you!
Be bold, be proud.
Born in the early 80s,CATHERINE MAGODO- MUTUKWA is passionate mostly about women affairs and the girl child empowerment and advancement.She weaves together her passion and artistry in order to bring awareness to those disadvantaged in the society through her writing.
If you play your hand in the hope of sensual offers of success, ponder the false imagery of hope
and indulge superficial calls of happiness, then that god owns a part of you.
It is mammon’s mental games that hold you captive as he webs a band of restlessness tightly around your desires and draws you in, one glowing sceptre at a time.
a god that manipulates your nutrition.
your dwelling place,
Chains of bondage dragging you inside the mangy walls of dark and damp dungeons from which you can be saved.
Yet you will never be free
if you appraise a crafty warlord;
bound by your inner rebellion and secret nurturing of what should be burnt and banished.
Stop sharing space with the dead from which you should run;
find no pleasure in popcorn peace
lest you be submerged in a sticky abyss of no return.
As a dog returns to its vomit so is the man who puts his hand to the plough and looks back;
a mere salt encrusted figurine mounted in mid air,
the shrine of a soul who refuses to let the warmonger go.
Such is the nature of mammons games –
The fiendish fashion icon.
If you play often enough it will drive a stake through your heart and own your soul; slit your throat and leave you bleeding.
Disengage from the possessed materialist;
from the “Fuhrer” who promises bread but gives a stone.
Disregard leaders who steal your meal.
Stop the games,
protect the back of your brother;
Join him in the firing line –
be the media spine,
and together you must cry,
“This is my living space,
My home –
BEULAH KLEINVELDT ( CONTRIBUTING WRITER , SOUTH AFRICA),The Beulah Kleinveldt formula is fairly consistent – driven by raconteurs who challenge unjust systems and find themselves drawn into a web of deceit and abuse, love and loss – promoting hope in adversity. Kleinveldt authentically weaves the tragedy and victory of the human experience into a tapestry of memorable imagery and metaphor.Her works have appeared in*Sir Ricky McGentleman’s, Live Life: The Daydreamers Journal (Barnes and Noble) alongside works of British Novelist Gwyneth Jones; American poet Judith Skillman and Stuart Dybek; *Best New African Poets Anthology 2017 .*The 2008 Good News London Publishers Contest earned her The UK Overall Winner’s Award for her poem When Freedom Reigned (Ode to Africa).JAMBIYA has written countless musical dramas for the Department of Cultural Affairs and Sport and currently working on a debut collection of short stories and prose poetry – a colorful cocktail of fiction and non-fiction. Beulah Kleinveldt is the founder and CEO of The Campio Burns Group; a burns support and wellness organisation; she is a revolutionary activist – standing against abuse and injustice. She serves as Creative Arts Content writer, mentor, coach and playwright for the Department of Cultural affairs and Sport (MOD Program – Cape Town) – mentoring Youth at Risk and coaching the coach.
A DIRGE OF HOPE TO SUDAN
Sudan the great has fallen
A million salty tears cannot fill the Nile
The land of giants has dwarfed into shadowy ghosts
Red eyes cannot light the cooking stones
Offended spirits roam the land in search of their former selves
Chaos reign, the scorching sun cooks animal carcasses
The calves have died with milk on the teats
Vultures long dead are not invited to the feast
The dead cannot bury the dead
Lord of tears, rescue me.
Death has camped in Sudan
The source of the River Nile has been defiled into a desert
The wicked Janjaweed beat death drums
The cobweb of impunity weaves corruption, greed, war
Foreign arms grind machinery of destruction
Endless power hunger games rip open wombs of pregnant mothers
Isn’t Killer games, the enemy’s gain?
I cry but my tears have no gain
Not until Sudan rises again.
Sudan’s jails are filthy layers of stifled innocent souls
Charged with imaginary crimes from the head of a deranged government
A decayed tooth whose loose system leaves toothless smelly mouths, caves
Till when, Mama? Till when?
Peace talks are the rugs on which berserk leaders wipe their bloody feet
Caked soles of feet in Bloody shoes soaked in rivers of blood
Bashir the wicked jigger has fed on the flesh of his people for eons
His fleecy naughty bedbug toy guns flash a weeping trail of destruction
Not even the highest court in the world can hold him
The ICC, the leaders’ kalongolongo children’s game
Sudan’s crisis is the cry of many rivers
Sudan’s Sickler, harvests death like a bottomless pit
Sudan has become an open grave
Loose shooting canon, fire spitting snakes
Life mocker, get away from me
The Buzz of a million houseflies is your favourite song
What day of the week, were you born?
You are a shame to the universe
Your brother’s death does not stop your sleeping pangs
Your children, what? Child soldiers.
The leaders of Sudan have no brothers or sisters
Sudan’s poverty is the joy of the colonizer
The master reigns supreme
Our leaders have opened the granary to strangers
Their green colored forest clothes the death signature
Sudan’s helpless tears only dry up the barren soil.
Sudan’s fake eyelashes have fallen
Adults cry like children and there are no children to cry
Darfur exposes the raw jaundiced eye of horror and injustice
Africa, North, South, East, West
Lamentations. Lamentations. Lamentations.
Sudan crisis is the cry of rivers of blood and tears
Rivers that flow in red blood and mixes with rich oil
Discolored by wars of greed, gold and oil
Sudan crisis is the cry of deserts
Turned into quarries of hidden guns
Sparkling in deadly smiles
As government eats her children
Sudan crisis, the naked cry of the earth
Earth filled with limbless bodies, ashes
Earth cannot recognize her own and feeds them to the worms
The justice train is slow no matter how fully you oil it
Women of Sudan arise
Save your children from these monsters who occupy state houses
Hold your wombs and breasts, invoke the power within
The children you suckled and nurtured have turned against you
The children have slipped from the nest and become monsters
You cannot give up
You must not give up
Mothers of Sudan, arise and claim your space
You have suffered enough
The senseless leaders have declared Sudan an orphan
Daughters of Sudan arise and fight back
The battle is yours, my sisters
Our hopes lie in you
Poetry Nation, Arise
You are the last weapon left standing
To rescue our sister Nation
AUTHOR OMWA OMBARA ( AFRICA IN DIASPORA WRITER)
The Editor in Chief at Tujipange Africa Media, a diaspora based Magazine in United States of America. A Consul at Large at poetasdelmundo.com /POETS OF THE WORLD .A motivational speaker. Writers Consultant with her amazing projects, Walks and Talks and Tips for Writers Show . An International investigative journalist, poet, vocalist, performing and visual artist. She is author of a Memoir, “God’s Child on The Run.” .Published in several anthologies including Our Secret Lives, Holding the Center and other journals of International acclaim. Omwa is a former Bureau Chief, The Standard Group and has published over 4000 articles in her journalism career spanning 20 years. Her passion for standing up to power and corrupt leaders in the media circles is unmatched. Her experience in journalism spans from more than two decades. She stands firm against the abuse of power, corruption and mass killings .she is an advocate of true journalism. She comes aboard with her vast understanding of global humanity issues, journalistic experiences and women rights knowledge. She holds a postgraduate diploma in journalism and mass communication and a BA degree from the University of Nairobi.
WHAT POETRY CAN DO
Poetry has given me a voice, removed me from the shadows, a voice beyond my speech, the ability to talk without opening my mouth but making my presence felt, using my fingerprint through ink and words to show that I am here, I was here
Poetry has given me a sense of self, my words are mine and they are valid no matter what the critical eye says, it is my view conveyed in ink splashed by me in my true colors, nothing more nothing less open to whatever interpretation, my part done, words released to the universe to be absorbed
Poetry has given me influence, influence in the reader, to taste and savor my the words, spiced with the different colors of ink, a reflection of what was yesterday, what is today and what could be tomorrow.
Poetry has given me a new family, a family of wordsmiths, new friends, no questions asked, only unconditional acceptance of who I am and want to be, critiquing is always positive for growth
Poetry has given me a space, a safe space to be, a space where I matter, my voice matters, a place in the universe
A place of learning
A place of openness
A place of refuge
A place of freedom
A place of love
A place of giving
A place of healing
A place of receiving
A place of reflecting
A place of beauty
A place of discovery
A place of revolution
A place of new beginnings
That is what poetry does
BEATRICE OTHIENO -AHERE( CONTRIBUTING WRITER ,KENYA) is a kindred soul to words and the feelings they evoke. Her use of poetic expression is part of her creative nature and inquiry to explore the different perspectives of life. Her interests range from women and girls rights at varied levels, introspective articulation of the social, political and economic environments we live in as a global community as well as the varied definitions of love and friendship that bind us together as humanity. Her passion is to contribute towards peaceful coexistence and a just world where none lacks and all are accepted in their diverse forms, faces and thoughts, hence the reflective nature of her poetic discourse
“THE ESSENCE OF BEING A WOMAN”
When being a “Woman” became not only a matter of biology but culture,
She was pushed and shoved into the margins
Yet she excelled using the strength of her weakness and the rigidity of her fragility
To be a mother to the world and even villains scurried to get a taste of her nectar
With gait and grace, she carried the burden of motherhood even though it took a toll on her body
When being a ‘Woman’ was just a tag of servitude,
She had a contract to be seen and not heard
To give her all and not receive a thing in return
To carry the lashes of tongues of hate without flinching
To be just a being for the good of others
She was just a trophy for her lord and master
She lived their expectation against her aspirations
They made her into an ornament even though her soul yelled against their interpretation of her humanity
Treated like a child of a lesser god even though they knew she was a goddess
she was possessed and subjugated like a satchel
Though they knew that they existed only because of her being a woman
Today, ‘Woman’ is a being, the most beautiful of all creation
And the hallmark of procreation
Her bit of the gender pie is her glory, as a role model
As a daughter, sister, wife, mother and development partner
As the very essence of society
SAMUELLA J. CONTEH is from Sierra Leone, West Africa. CONTEH is a writer, poet, dramatist and motivational speaker. She is a member of the Sierra Leone Writers Forum and Member of Board of PEN-SL. President of the International African Writers Association in Sierra Leone.Samuella’s poems and short stories have been featured in several national and international anthologies. She has also received many awards including the Medal of Ambassador de Literature (ADL), Award of World Poetic Star, Award of Mahatma Medal, and most recently, the Order Of Shakespeare (OOS).
MARCH OF TRAGEDY
For all the terrible results of every tragic crash
All the lives that were swept, lost and there was no way
Left to transform the news to a false trash
Such tragedies shouldn’t have happened any day
There are no words to make pain easier.
We didn’t know that their lives would end this way
All those we lost, may they rest in peace
These devastating incidents had taken our breathes away
Heartbreaking realities we struggled to grasp
May all the bereaved find comfort and solace.
But this was the day God fixed
We shall not question His plans and deeds
But we shall remember this day of your glorious exit
You have lived your life and we won’t forget the story
Till we meet in the light of His Heavenly eternity.
AWADIFO OLGA KILI is an Author,Law Student, Poetess and Human Rights Activist from Uganda. She is the Author of the book Victorious Tales which is human rights based and has written so many poems that have featured in International Journals and Anthologies.
‘HER DREAM -TELESCOPE”
A weapon-like wonderment
skirmishes inside the little girl’s mind
while she is playing unpredictably
with her curiosity’s congestion
She is unwilling
to leave her musical thoughts alone
merely to dance her childhood away
with this unknown world’s bewilderment
She is unaware
of her innocence which seems to simulate
a fantasy alien from planet Pluto.
They let her keep on searching a dim speck of light
when her wishes turn into a dream-telescope
that can never be used for sighting a peaceful earth..
MUNIA KHAN( CONTRIBUTING WRITER, BANGLADESH) was born on a spring night of 15th March in the year 1981. Her poetry is the reflection of her own life experience. She is the author of three poetry collections — Beyond the Vernal Mind, published in 2012, To Evince the Blue, published in 2014 by Xlibris Corporation, USA and Versified, published in 2016 by Tiktakti Publishing Company, Tel Aviv, Israel. Her poems have appeared in several anthologies. Her works have been translated into various languages: Japanese, Romanian, Urdu, Spanish, Bengali, Irish, and so on. She is a member in The Poetry Society, UK and also a founding member of Poets & Artists For A Different World Movement.
FEMINITY IN FETTERS
Lift the latch and
you will find cracks
in the door scarred
traces of hot tempered
sad sorrowful echoes of
screams slaps and strikes
in the tender dwellings of
whose chest is crammed
with refrains of ugly curses
profane, drafted with hatred
beauty’s blend for care
created for eternal company
stays abused spared not
who will cut the strings
of human bondage
suffering silent cry!
What was ancient
ignorant and abolished
made eloquent and sacred
Open the door and you will find
famished femininity current
in countless fetters.
slowly visibly tabescent-
ANJUM WASIM DAR, CONTRIBUTING WRITER,Pakistan)
Born in Srinagar (Indian occupied Kashmir) in 1949. My family opted for and migrated to Pakistan after the (1947)Partition of India. Educated in St Anne’s Presentation Convent Rawalpindi.Graduated with Distinction in English Lang. & Literature in 1968 from the Punjab University. Won the All Round Best Student Cup.1968.
Obtained a Masters Degree in English Literature/American Studies Punjab University P.G. Diploma in TEFL from Allama Iqbal Open University Islamabad and a CPE from Cambridge University UK (LSE British Council)1991Developing Educators in Pakistan Training Course sponsored by IFC & Bradford University 1999.Bronze Medal Poet of Merit Award by International Society of Poets & Poetry.com USA 2000 7 Times Winner NANOWRIMO, (National Novel Writing Month)
Adventure Novel ‘ The Adventures of the Multi Colored Lead People’ in the printing process.
EducatorWriter since 1990 Editor College Magazine
Creative Writer English at Channel 7 Pvt Ltd Islamabad.National Education Award Winner 1998 for Research & Publications.
our stories hide
between couch cushions and
in empty medicine vials.
the let loose moments
of garbled wrappers and stenched bottles
drizzled over our bedside table
like syrup on empty caloried
we keep eating them.
that first bit so sweet.
we call the end
the constant middle
between the purge-less binge
HOKIS is Founder and Senior Editor of Headline. She believes in supporting a range of voices at various stages of their craft for this is the most impactful design of grassroots revolutions. She envisions Headline as a platform that exemplifies the beliefs that all poetry is political and reflection is essential to effectively reshape conversations and culture – for writers and readers alike.Beyond the boundless bounds of Headline, Hokis assists the local-to-her Moth-inspired storytelling project, regularly contributes to Reclamation Magazine and is a 2020 hall of fame-r with Woman Words Literary Press. Visit her personal workspace for links to published pieces and read in-progress drafts.
Witless day, witless night,
the lies on the screen.
And nobody turns out bad
in the plundered country.
We live day to day, for a moment,
from bill to deferment.
The thief is only great,
he gains a new point.
We are silent
and we howl
but without a voice.
They wash every word.
Before it reaches us,
we are turned into foliage.
ШУМА / или ДЪРЖАВА
Безумен ден, безумна нощ,
лъжите от екрана.
И никой не излиза лош
в държавата обрана.
Живеем ден за ден, за миг,
от сметка до отсрочка.
Крадецът само е велик,
печели нова точка.
Мълчим и вием,
но без глас,
промиват всяка дума.
Преди да стигне
MIROSLAVA PANAYOTOVA graduated from Plovdiv University, specialized in Bulgarian philology. She has have published poems, stories, tales, aphorisms, essays, criticisms, translations, articles and interviews in periodical and collections. Panayotovas poetry booksincludes: Nuances, 1994, God of the senses, 2005, Whisper of leaves, 2017, Green feeling, 2018; two books with stories: An end, and then a beginning, 2017, The path of love, 2018; two eBooks: Laws of communicatons /aphorisms/, 2018, Old things /poetry/, 2018. She an ardent a member of the Union of the Independent Bulgarian Writers and a member of the International Association of Independent Writers “Sodrujestvo”.
CONDITION OF MY CONDITION
That frequent outraged feelin’
Brought about by the righteous pause
Cause a sudden sharp call to run
To the wind
And find some comfort under the twinkling starlight
And play that discontented tune
Beat the drums to a different tune
And cause that awkward feelin’
With that patronizing pace
Beats of broken tones and brash runs
Wisper in the scornful wind
Empty words and mocking starlight
Refrains from the caustic starlight
Clamoring and beating that bantering tune
Seeping out the flippant feelin’s
Steadfast face-to-face with impasse
Bringing surmounting angst and will to run
Compounding problems ignored gently wind
The hopes of the indignant winds
Search for the insolent starlight
And leaves that better tone
Leaving contemptuous feelings
And offering that familiar condescending pause
Leave the impoverished to surely run
In that frequent false shameful run
Leaving in its wake vibrant winds
Stealing whimsical starlight
With their belligerent tunes
Pretending to pass a fanciful feelin’
To the winds and emptiness pass
And that passive pause
With the symbolic ironic run
Pushing patronizing winds
Beneath the superficial starlight
Playing those teasing tunes
Offering that artificial feelin’
Hunting hopeful feelings from that hostile impasse?
Go where the rivers run and find that warm wind
Under a canopy of starlight and twinkling tune.
TRACY YVONNE BREAZILE
Creative Humanist, Literary Specialist, Copy Specialist, Creative Arts Mentor and a Peace Activist.It is her hope that freedoms of speech encompass the entire globe.Her work has been published on and off the internet, in anthologies and interactive platforms.She is currently serving as Skills Development Consultant for the 2019 BRAVE VOICES POETRY JOURNAL( a Zimbabwe We Want Poetry Project ), where she developed a POETRY Writing Skills Handbook for young and rising poets in Africa and Abroad.Tracy Yvonne Breazile has a B.A. in Language and Literature with an emphasis in Professional Writing, from COLUMBUS STATE (CSU, a member of the University System of Georgia, USA.) and currently working on her first novel.
Moon drops, snowdrops, raindrops tenderly eavesdrop on my teardrops. Broken heart and my teardrops will not thwart your departing since fate establishes a timeframe of your natural life.
Healthcare and prayers powerless to alleviate your destiny; therefore, my teardrops stream in the dark.
You are beyond holding me during the night and protecting me from all the fright. Smooches, embraces, and the delight of passion is a passing memory. My teardrops tumble down every day.
Where have you gone my robust and handsome man? It was not lust that kept us in sync, but the unique coherence of our connection. The disconnect has arrived and my teardrops stream during the night.
Inhale and exhale one more time for the reason the rhythm of your breath is almost gone. Eavesdrop on my heart and the beats are in cadence with my teardrops.
Joyful Night (Nov 2019)
MELISSA BEGLEY is from the South in the USA, a Creative Humanist, Reflections Writer and Prose Poet. A retired Health Care Professional with a profession that span for decades. She served as extensively as a Patient Advocate. A Prolific Trainer of Patient Centered and Patient Focused Ethics. Her Writings, Reflections and Ideas are published in several journals, blogs and spaces around the globe. Melissa Begley is the inaugural Fundraising Coordinator of the 2020 WOMAWORDS LITERARY PRESS main Project, #DAUGHTERS OF THE EARTH PROJECT.
The misery of love created me
Heart weakened by heartbreak
From your amputated arms
De government blind
For pride and male chauvinist
Your mind is a shield
That protects the spear from my madness
The healing of the fragile of my emotion
Your mind is a shield to protect us
Yours words bring peace
And in my eyes I give you flowers
Glória Sofia( CONTRIBUTING WRITER HOLLAND/CAPEVERDE) , is a dreamer as most poets. Born in in the city of Praia in Cape Verde, Gloria shares her dreams with her two children.She graduated in Engineering and Environmental Management in the Azores, another place that she cherishes for allowing her to continue to be an islander. Gloria is currently pursuing her masters in Management and Nature Conservation in Holland where she lives.Ever fascinated by writing, she has played with words since she was a child, exchanging dolls for diaries, and finding comfort when her secrets and thoughts are guarded in a white page.Gloria’s poems capture moments of her journey and are full of passion and the emotions as the author herself.Gloria has grown to make her voice heard in different arenas, believing that in addition to writing about feelings she also needs to speak, shout or take action on some realities. Among other poetry sites she collaborates with the online newspaper of magazine in the world.She is also active in other cultural arenas, attending several poetry festivals and sharing her work in numerous websites and magazines (youngpoets.eu, Azahar, Miombo Publishing Lepan Africa etc…).She participated in International Poetry Festival in (Curtea de Arges) Romania (2016), (Istanbul) Turkey (2017), Ditet & Naimit Macedonia / Albania (2018).She was nominated to apply for R. M. and P.A.I https://www.rolex.com/arts-and-culture/mentors-proteges.html She has been invited for 3 University from Boston (April 2019). Harvard University, Tufts University and Boston University for reading and conversation about genre and literature.
HER POWER LEAPS
returned to bite through the umbilical of tradition,
to flick her tongue
and cut loose the animus-god of our parents,
like a panther she roams the earth, she is eve wild in the night,
freeing minds from hard shells
and hearts from the confines of their cages,
she’s entwined in the woodlands of our psyches
and offers her silken locks to the sacred forests of our souls ~
naked but for her righteousness,
she stands in primal light,
in the untrammeled river of dreams
the yin to balance yang
the cup of peace to uncross the swords of war ~
through the eons she’s been waiting for her time
her quiet numinosity hiding in the phenomenal world,
in the cyclical renewal of mother earth,
whispering to us in the silver intuition of grandmother moon
watching us as the loving vigilance of a warming sun ~
she, omen of peace birthed out of the dark,
even as tradition tries to block her return,
her power leaps from the cleavage of time
JAMIE DEDES( 2020 POET LAUREATE), A homebound writer, poet, and former columnist, her poetry has been featured widely. She runs The Poet by Day (jamiededes.com), an info hub focusing on initiatives for peace, sustainability and social justice as well as she-poets, minority poets, and poets just finding their voices in maturity. She is also the editor of The BeZine (thebezine.com), a publication of The Bardo Group/Beguines, a virtual arts collective she founded.Dedes is the Publicity Partner of the #DaughtersoftheEarthProject through THE POET A DAY Platform.
*WOMAWORDS* ( CHIEF EDITOR AND PROJECTS CURATOR)
MBIZO CHIRASHA is the Poet in Residence at the Fictional Café (International publishing and literary digital space). 2019 Sotambe Festival Live Literature Hub and Poetry Café Curator. 2019 African Fellow for the International Human Rights Art Festival(https://ihraf.org/international-fellows ) , Essays Contributor to Monk Art and Soul Magazine in United Kingdom .Arts Features Writer at the International Cultural Weekly .Featured Writer Poet Activist at The Poet A Day(https://jamiededes.com/). Core Team Member and African Contributor to Bezine of Arts and Humanities(https://thebezine.com/) in USA. Flash/Short Fiction Writer for Squawk Back Publication(http://www.thesquawkback.com/2020/01/mbizo.html).Contributing Writer( Africa) to IHRAF Publishes-https://ihraf.org/ihraf-publishes.The Originator of the Zimbabwe We Want Poetry Campaign. Curator of MiomboPublishing Blog Journal(https://miombopublishing.wordpress.com/). Founder and Chief Editor of WOMAWORDS LITERARY PRESS. Founder and Curator of the Brave Voices Poetry Journal. Co-Editor of Street Voices Poetry triluangal collection( English , African Languages and Germany) initiated by Andreas Weiland in Germany. Poetry Contributor to AtunisPoetry.com in Belgium. African Contributor to DemerPress International Poetry Book Series in Netherlands. African Contributor to the World Poetry Almanac Poetry Series in Mongolia. His latest 2019 collection of experimental poetry A LETTER TO THE PRESIDENT was released by Mwanaka Media and Publishing and is both in print, on Amazon.com and at is featured at African Books Collective. 2003 Young Literary Arts Delegate to the Goteborg International Book Fair Sweden (SIDA AFRICAN PAVILION) .2009 Poet in Residence of the International Conference of African Culture and Development (ICACD) in Ghana. 2009 Fellow to the inaugural UNESCO- Africa Photo- Novel Publishers and Writers Training in Tanzania. 2015 Artist in Residence of the Shunguna Mutitima International Film and Arts Festival in Livingstone, Zambia. A globally certified literary arts influencer, Writer in Residence and Recipient of the EU-Horn of Africa Defend Defenders Protection Fund Grant, Recipient of the Pen Deutschland Exiled Writer Grant. He is an Arts for Peace and Human Rights Catalyst, the Literary Arts Projects Curator, Poet, Writer, publicist is published in more 200 spaces in print and online.
*#DaughtersoftheEarth( A NEW PROJECT from 2020 onward with a different THEME every Year)*Daughters of the Earth Project* The 2020 THEME is Menstrual Health and Menstrual Equity ( an international program , more details to be announced soon). Submissions from women writers fro around the globe and the genres are short stories , poetry and flash fiction(hybrid). We are going to add more SUBMISSION DETAILS about the PROJECT JURY and TIMELINES.*
*WOMAWORDS LITERARY PRESS*
*An International Digital publishing Space to AMPLIFY the Artistic Voices and Creative Prowess of the girl child. A Fast Rising Exhibition Platform for Women voices of resistance and their artistic resilience through Literature’s and other arts. WOMAWORDS is haven of Head -busting Short Fiction . Nerve -Shredding Poetry And Mind -Blowing ARTISTIC Profiles* -Authored and Curated by an Award Winning Poet , Widely Published Essayist Writer , Creative Arts Activism IDEAS Curator and Literary Arts Projects Diplomatie,MBIZO CHIRASHA.