First and foremost, I would like to acknowledge that I humbly live on the traditional, unceeded territories of the səlil̓wətaʔɬ (Tsleil-Waututh), Sḵwx̱wú7mesh (Squamish) & xʷməθkʷəy̓əm (Musqueam) Nations. Thank you for allowing me to live on your land —Vancouver, BC Canada.
I am a Canadian citizen who migrated from Kurdistan —Present day Northern Iraq, in 1995 after spending over a year as an asylum seeker in Turkey.
I was born and raised in Baghdad in 1972, I am the fifth of eleven children; three boys and seven girls –one brother passed away in infancy.
I am the author of ( I’m No Hero) and ( Counting Waves ) published by: Silver Bow Publishing. I am dedicating my third book of poems ( Dreamers Needed ) to my teenage boys, Trey, 15 and Wyatt, 13.
I started reciting my poems for the first time in 2013 at The Holy Wow Poets Canada in Maple Ridge. I am currently a member of the Canadian Authors Association, Federation of BC Writers, The Royal City Literary Art Society and the Holy Wow Poets Canada. I am presently the secretary of the Royal City Literary Arts Society. I work as a freelance interpreter.
I was commissioned in the fall of 2017 to write a poem about the refugee experience to DaCapo Chamber Choir in Toronto. The event will feature my poem “I am here” in spring 2019.
I was one of the recipients of the 2018 Distinguished Poet Award from WIN– Writers International Network Canada and was 3rd place winner at the 2018 Tagore Festival Peace Poems contest. Since first sharing my poetry in 2013, I have featured in numerous poetry events throughout the Greater Vancouver area.
My work has been published in The Royal City Poets Anthologies (Silver Bow Publishing), The Royal City Literary Arts Society online magazine eZine, Wordplay at Work, Creative Quills Ink Verse (North Vancouver), Celebrate Canada 150 and Culture Days From Far and Wide (Multicultural Creative Writing Collection 2017) and the 2018 Holy Wow Poets Anthology (Maple Ridge).
Hello to all who have and will be checking my website. I thank you! It has been a long while since I posted on my website, and since then, a lot has happened. A lot has changed. I changed!
I got a job to be the caretaker of the Malcolm Knapp Research Forest, and all I can say is this, I fall asleep smiling and wake up smiling. The energy and the peace that I feel living in this beautiful and humble house is nothing short of a dream come true. I love it every day.
Once I fully handle all the duties expected of me, I am starting to take time to get back to working again on the already finished manuscript of my poetry book # 4. In contrast, I will simultaneously get back to my online memoir writing classes with Sylvia Taylor.
I am at peace, and I am present. Since my last post, a couple of members have been added to the family, blessing us with love and joy & sadly, we lost some loved ones, and just five days ago, one of my maternal uncles passed away. Uncle Sabah lived in Germany with his lovely wife, Ramzyah. He will be greatly missed.
He was one incredible uncle. The fantastic memories he left empower me to be like him, kind, humble, honest, and always smile even while crying.
The day he passed, I took a long lonely walk in the deep forest here and cried my eyes out. I said his name and spoke aloud like a crazy person, and I didn’t care because the forest allows us to be unlike unkind humans.Here is the poem I wrote as I grieved with my family for his loss. https://youtu.be/HIW0B04M8lk
by Author Lozan Yamolky Reviewed by Realistic Poetry International
More than a poet, Author Lozan Yamolky speaks with the sincere voice of a humanitarian who cares for much more than herself in our world in her epic collection of poems, Dreamers Needed. With passionately expressed poetic tributes that highlight a variety of diverse topics, there is one encompassing theme we notice recurring throughout this collection that undeniably stands out above all: love.
With plenty of hardships and challenges to go around in a single lifetime, there are also plenty of lessons to be learned. Bridges to cross. Obstacles to overcome. Pain to bear. Ships to sail. Roads to travel. Oftentimes, the journey can feel overbearing, so much, our emotions become much too heavy for us to carry alone. But – Author Yamolky, the epitome of a caring, wise soul, teaches the timeless principles of patience, selflessness, kindness, courtesy, truth, faith, and love through the beauty and power of poetry.
Though there are many aspects we enjoy while reading this collection, we are sure any person who reads will appreciate the thorough combination of social, personal, political, and spiritual poems featured throughout the book. We use the first poem to introduce this book as our primary example entitled, I Am Here; a deeply emotional and moving selection that speaks not for her own self, but rather for the one who is “no longer languishing in a refugee camp,” as she says with strength and courage through the voice of a refugee survivor. The tone of this poem (and many others) reverberates with boldness and commands the reader’s attention.
And while adversity is more than evident, we can clearly see the image of the survivor Author Yamolky vividly paints with intense, deep colors of emotion saying, “You won’t find me in the abandoned towns, empty schools, playgrounds, or the collapsed hospitals of my homeland,” and then, “You won’t find me on a merciless rocky mountain path overflowing with women and children searching for safety under a brutal hot sun.” The first-person perspective is effective and does an excellent job in awakening the reader to someone else’s reality, one where the burden of persecution, displacement, and suffering was severe.
Despite this, the Author is diligent in planting seeds of hope, concluding this poignant piece by informing all saying, “You won’t find me where I use to belong or where I have been lost on the journey…I am here.” Excelling in technical and creative categories, we believe Author Yamolky is a true quality and prestigious writer and poet who captures both the beauty and pain of life with grace, honesty, and compassion. The Author uses herself as a vessel for positive change and testifies through her poetry in touching selections such as “A Mother’s Love,” A Living Miracle,” and one of our favorites, “Guilt Remover.” Beyond inspiring, Author Yamolky instills in us the necessity and importance of visionaries and dreamers, to lead, initiate positive change, and to speak out and up about the injustices of this world.
In the featured poem, “Dreamers Needed,” she firmly expresses her belief that “our world today is silencing truth tellers; dumbing down children, making them conform like soldiers sent to battle, obeying even unlawful orders to commit war crimes and dehumanize hurting people who suffer the consequences of the greedy few who are destroying the planet for profit.” Yet and still – she sees a silver lining, a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel, saying these few simple words; “dreamers will save us.” The Author makes a good point, indeed! More of our favorites from this collection include, “Wounds Need Air,” “Cuban Might,” “”over there,” is Here,” and “A Statement.”
We are pleased to present this powerful and heroic collection of poems with a full 5-star rating and believe this book is the perfect choice for all those amped for universal change across the globe. A leader, truthsayer, and beautiful bright light to others, without a doubt, Author Lozan Yamolky is just the person to get your mind, heart, and soul moving in the right direction to step up to the plate and make a change! Superior work, Author Yamolky, and bravo!
LOS ANGELES, United States (Kurdistan 24) – Kurdish-Canadian poet Lozan Yamolky recently released her second collection of poems and is working on a memoir. She spoke to Kurdistan 24 about her identity, writing, and life as a refugee.
“I’m No Hero” and “Counting Waves” are her two collections released in British Columbia, Canada. The poems passionately and compassionately tell the tales of what Yamolky has experienced and what she has observed.
Both collections voice the distress of the victims of war and conflict, people who lose their homes and become uninvited guests in foreign countries.
Yamolky was born to a Kurdish family and was raised in Baghdad as the fifth of eleven children. She was a teenager when she started writing, but she disposed of her notes for fear of being mocked.
“I wrote only to express my sincere pain that no one understood. I was confused and questioning my existence and the world around me,” she told Kurdistan 24.
“The pen and paper were my only friends. I felt a sense of release and calm after I wrote poetry onto paper,” she continued.
“Now, I write to reflect not only who I am and what I have been through, but I also write for those who have been silenced, those [who are] suffering and no one hears their cries, and I write for our planet that is speaking to me,” Yamolky added.
After spending a year in Turkey, she immigrated to Canada with her family in 1995 and has stayed in Vancouver ever since. She is a mother of two.
My books are for sale through Silver Bow Publishing Counting Waves (silverbowpublishing.com) & can be ordered directly through myself. Email me at email@example.com and I ship worldwide. The book is $20.00 Canadian$ plus shipping or if you are in or around the Vancouver area, I don’t mid meeting you to sell you a signed copy and give to you (social distancing styles). I accept eTransfer or cash. I have the square that allows me to accept most major credit cards too 🙂
Lozan Yamolky says, “I’m No Hero” (poetry book title) rather she is a picture painter with words. Getting to your heart and deep into your consciousness with ‘pictures’ of what it is like to be a refugee, this woman from the Middle East’s madness will draw and colour powerful images on your being with her words. If you lack empathy and understanding of refugees, you should read this book. But it’s not all mortal pain here; there are many poems of light and airy love because escape to freedom means you can find that, too, in this other world. Most remarkable about Lozan’s writing is the sheer power of her words – in her 3rd language yet! If you have been a learner of languages (beyond your own) you know that you seek a careful precision in what you say – and that is why this new poet is so worth reading. ~ Reviewed by Bill Marshall
Mark your calendars for 7:00pm (pacific time) Wednesday October 14, 2020I will be a feature poet at: Alberni Valley Words on Fire
I am thrilled to be reading for audience for a change since the global pandemic. It has been a while. Federation of BC Writers has created an online friendly atmosphere series called (Road Trip) through Zoom since March promoting writers around BC, the Yukon and beyond.
Check out: charslanding.com I invite my writer friends to sign up for open mic through the website on 14/10/2020 Thank you Jac Lin Car Michael for inviting me. I am happy and I can’t wait to enjoy being a guest on the show.
It is with great honour, I finally get to share with you The DaCapo Chamber Choir performing my poem: I Am Here (the refugee experience)
As many of you are aware, I was commissioned in the fall of 2017 to write a poem about (the refugee experience) to The DaCapo Chamber Choir in Kitchener-Waterloo Ontario. Here is the audio of the incredible coral angelic voices singing my pome ( I am here)… my poem starts at 18:00 minutes into the video: https://youtu.be/_J8TXkd7xl4 Feel free to share.
It has been 42 days since the World Health Organization declared the COVID-19 a.k.a. Coronavirus, a ‘Pandemic’. On March 11, 2020, it was declared world wide pandemic and ever since, life has shifted and I hope will never be the same.
Long after this pandemic is passed, I have made it clear that I. personally, will never bee the same person I was before this. My social life, my consumption, my waste producing habits, my commuting, my eating and my everyday ‘normal’ will change. If I can take one lesson from this is that this entire planet is now one. All that politics about ‘theirs & ours’, we are better and they are less, we deserve and they don’t etc., is all gone now. we are all in this together. We are suffering as one being.
From miles away, we are crying for the mass loss of lives. We are all weeping at the daily –I mean, hourly changing news. The bad news contunues to pour out each and everyday. No matter where you are on this earth and who you are, you are affected.
This nasty virus reminded us once again when the elders from all indigenous people from all around the globe been saying all along for hundreds and thousands of years; ‘we are one’. They have been saying to us that everything on this planet is connected. Each choice we make affects others. We must not disregard other beings because we are conditioned to think less of them. I know people in my own life that still look down at those who are less fortunate, the poor, disabled, those who wear headscarf’s, those with different color skin and those who have different ideas than our own. I know some who hate those who have different faith or dress differently.
Let us strive to survive this pandemic and change. Let us all change from the inside out. One of the greatest joys I have ever noticed during those hard times is how the oil industry is being crushed to death becuase we are not giving them our money, now it is clear that they need us much more than we need them. Boy I loved seeing the market take a nosedive. This is the wake up call for us to change our ways and shift to renewable energy.
I am taking this time at home cleaning, gardening, planting food, connecting digitally with those I love, finishing some (unfinished / partially finished projects), working daily on learning Kurdish Daf, posting videos on my YouTube Channel (reading my poetry & sharing stories) and now that my office is completely moved to the basement, I have all the free time I need to finish my manuscript. I will be working on the MSS of my story. The phot you see above is the one I am planning to make the cover of my upcoming book.
I am continuing my Kurdish Daf classes during those days but over ZOOM we gather and practice with our amazing teachers.
Do your part in making this world a better place by becoming humble, kind and memorable. Use this time at home to rest and know yourself. If you must go outside to work or get groceries etc., make it a point to thank each and every one you see working to serve you. Thank them for working so you can get gas in your car, bake your bread, stock the shelves in your grocery stores, the bus drivers, the frontline worker… the list is endless so you get the idea right?
Be kind and assure them that you truly are thankful they are working and if you take an extra moment, ask the managers/ those in charge to pay anyone working during this pandemic to get (Hazard Pay). Let us appreciate those who are working to make it possible for us to stay home.
It is day 11 of my 14-days self quarantine since I returned abruptly from my dream journey to my beloved homeland Kurdistan. I have a lot of projects to finish while home and I am shifting my office in the living room into another quieter room in our house to give me a lot of alone time to finish writing. The motor vehicle accident and the mild traumatic brain injury I suffered, delayed my book one whole year and now, the corona virus world wide pandemic is delaying it again. My trip to my homeland was to go to certain places and meet certain individuals but due to the spread of the virus (2 cases at the time), I was unable to do that so I took the time to visit some people and see parts of my hometown that was not closed.
The gentle and highly intelligent lady welcomed me into her beautiful house and we chatted for hours. She gifted me many many books one of which is of a famous Iraqi poet (Muhammad Mahdi Al-Jawahiri). I recall my very first school project I did on my own about a well known and historical figure, I selected him and I loved his poetry. I loved that he was political writer. Her late husband, my he rest in peace, written books about him becuase they both were friends with that poet.
Such an honour to be in the presence of such a classy and highly intelligent woman. In the coming days, I will contact her and ask her several questions and will be writing an article about her.
My journey to my homeland was brief and suddenly was disrupted due to the pandemic unfortunately. I would be there still until the end of this month but, oh, well. I will plan it again once this disaster is over.
Sending love to you all at home, you who are essential and critical workers who are risking your lives to keep the services we desperately need running. I do love and honour you. Please stay safe and I pray this shall pass and we enjoy peace a health after this.
A big part of me is pleased how calm the world have become. How little money we are spending and how clean the environment is becoming. We must never go back to the way things were before the pandemic. I for once will never be the same when it comes to consumerism, rushing, stressing about worthless things and my carbon footprint.
I am taking this time at home to continue healing my brain and continue writing. Being in my homeland healed me in such a way that I am writing poetry again. I can’t wait to share it with you all.