Melissa Begley brews a Poetic Mix of Joy and Pain.

Melissa Begley has just brewed a heart rending paradox through a poetic refreshment mix  of pain and joy. They are traces of bitterness after losing her beloved life partner as days quivered in the December  seizures  of Christmas trance  .The Poet Writer does not wholly  succumb on the altar of grief  forever . She sings of joys and sweet memories of love once lived with contentment and fulfillment. Her verses are clad with  pain  of    emptiness  and the excitement that  the  clean spirit her departed  beloved  has been embraced  by the golden rays  of the  New-year sun  en-route to the heavenly comfort of the Almighty God  .  Melissa Begley wields her brave pen to archive her painful loss, romantic anecdotes, sweet memories, thought threads and life  tracks . She grieves her loss with her soul bubbling with the glow of glory that humiliates devil’s sinful anticipations. Poet Begley is not only a writer but also an archivist and a chronicler of daily life events. Let’s drink Melissa Begley’s new poetic beverage with the anticipation of a glorious year. Happy Great Year of 2020-( WOMAWORDS EDITOR).

#LIBERATEDPEN: Liberating Voices Journal.

The pen is the mouth that spills words intended to tell. Be it in poesy or prose the telling must come in purity of purpose and duty. It must communicate and the resultant tale must find a mark in the hearts of men. To do so, art must draw its lines of imagery and staggering metaphors so the telling takes on an indelible mark. And the wedding of the Jeli takes place. The birth of the griot is witnessed. The path clears centuries of fog infested tales of down-sided-ness where truth was clean shaved and dulled with chocolate lies of pale tongues till the liar believed his own lies start to melt under the scrutiny of the stretching pen and the honeyed rebuke of the naked truth. It is creativity entering the womb one more time to read the passage of living in a land long condemned by thugs who won’t leave. It is the entertainment with infotainment on arenas in our continent where power outage is a guarantee. So the pen rises like a jutting stone stubbornly refusing to weather centuries of battering weather. The pen must sharpen its tit with intellect if it has to score a bull in conception of its future protégé. It must earn respect from its style and presentation with beauty to over throw the vulgar even if it has to borrow from the devil the art of flinging mad. Different times in the stretch of timelessness demand different approach. Change being the constant in the battle to reclaim what we were before we mutated, truth can only be flung on the theater of the world with precision and clarity.

Zacharoula Gaitanaki and the Greek landscapes.

Dr. Zacharoula Gaitanaki was born in Athens on November 30th, 1966. Now, she is a small farmer and lives with her family in Arcadia. She writes poems, articles, short stories, essays, novels and review of book. She is also a translator of books of poetry. She is a life member of the “World Academy of Arts and Culture” / “World Congress of Poets” (which awarded her the title of the Honorary Doctor of Literature), of the IWA, the “WPS”, the “Poetas del Mundo” and the “Asociacion Mundial de Escritores. She has published twelve books & 4 e-books.


It is very easy for society to blame culture and norms, and men for the demise of women writers; but we should note that there is an institution that transcends individuals at play. This institution favours male writers over female writers and gives a more powerful societal voice to the men as compared to the women. This institution forces women to give in to men who make sexual demands of them in order to establish their careers. This is the same institution that forced (in the West, back then) writers like the Bronte Sisters (Bell Brothers), J.K. Rowling (Robert Galbraith), and Amantine Lucile Aurore Dupin (George Sand) to use male pseudonyms when publishing their masterpieces for fear of criticism. Though the world has moved on, the fact that the African writing circle is dominated by men makes it as equally hard to manoeuvre as the western writing industry of old


She chews bitter and sweet lyrics, marinates them inside chambers of her literary furnace, chews them again and then spits the cud upon the sun beaten Cape Verdean sands. Glória Sofia is a deep, versatile and an illustrious Cape Verdean poet with three published books and some more contributions in a number of anthologies. Sofia …