Mark your calendar & be sure to be there


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Here are few literature (poetic) events I will be featured at and selling my books as well. I hope you can make it to those FREE events and bring friends and family too.

 

Please mark your calendar:

On Wednesday June 13, 2018 I will be sharing a poem or a story at Metro Vancouver Annual Open Mic Night Through Canadian Authors Association

Time: 7:00 pm – 9:00 pm
Website: https://canadianauthors.org/vancouver/programs/events/

Venue

BC Alliance for Arts + Culture

100 – 938 Howe Street Vancouver, British Columbia Canada

Readers Arrival / Check-in: Please arrive between 6:30 and 6:45 pm and check in at the front lobby.

Cost:
– Members no charge
– Readers/Guests $10
– Students with ID $5.

Please contact Margo if you have any questions or concerns.

Margo Bates
Past President, CA–Metro Vancouver
Coordinator, Open Mic Night 2018
Phone: 604-788-9501 Email: mbpr@shaw.ca
Coordinator, Open Mic Night 2018
Phone: 604-788-9501 Email: mbpr@shaw.ca

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VISUAL VERSE: Ekphrastic Poetry & Art Show

Exhibition Date:  June 15 – Aug 2, 2018  Reception/ Poetry Reading: Saturday June 23rd, 2018   Time: 1:00-4:00pm Venue: The Network Hub, River Market, New Westminster.

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Keneth Westdorp invited me to be one of the feature poets at an event that is taking place on Saturday June 23rd, 2018 Venue: Chuck Bailey Community Centre

13458 107A Avenue Surrey, BC V3T 0G4 Time: 6-8pm  There will be snacks, coffee, and tea   If interested in reading your work at the event or future events, please email him at: kennethwaynewestdorp@gmail.com
ALAN WOO | INFORMATION & TEEN SERVICES LIBRARIAN SURREY LIBRARIES Guildford Library 15105 105th Avenue, Surrey, BC, Canada V3R 7G8 T 604.598.7371 | www.surreylibraries.ca

 

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On Wednesday July 4th I am one of the feature poets at the Royal City Literary Art Society (Poetry In The Park)

Time: 6:30-8:30pm   Venue: Queens Park (the Band Stand) First Street & Third Avenue,   New Westminster, British Columbia   V3L 2G5, Canada https://rclas.com/recurring/poetryinthepark-com/

Her name is Mosul

Her name is Mosul
06.14.2014
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On a dusty empty street:
on a hot sunny day,
in a dry colorless land,
a camera lens zooms in.

Zooming in … slowly.

A dusty paved road;
yellow and white painted concrete barriers
stacked side by side
separate the roads.

The wind stirs up dust and black clouds of smoke
making it dance like a scary ghost
that is getting taller,
wider and moving further.

Pages of white paper;
plastic bags;
newspapers and light debris
fly past the zooming camera.

A stray dog runs in the distance,
frightened looking behind
as it runs out of sight
with tail between its legs.

A herd of sheep scatter ‘baa, baa, baa’
appear to be searching for their shepherd
that is nowhere to be seen.

The camera zooms to the center of the two lanes.

Slowly.. zooming.. in..

Against the neon yellow barrier
a grey ball shaped object
no bigger than a shopping bag, moves.

Wind blowing the thing of grey color.

Camera lenses zooms.. closer.. closer.

 

A toddler, a little girl.
A tiny little girl.
Her dress appears to have been white
at some point,
before the mayhem
and before the town fell
onto the hands of slaughtering men dressed in black.

Her body is motionless
and her face; expressionless.

She is alive and wide awake.
Nuzzled up against the concrete barrier
as a baby nuzzles to a mother’s bosom
with her cheek;
her temple and her ear
pressed against the unforgiving
solid concrete wall.

I wonder who was the last one to tenderly hold her?
Who was the last one tried to protect and keep her?
Who was the last one that loved her but lost her?

The dry stream of tears
created lines:
down her soot and ash covered cheeks;
she is no longer crying.

She is staring into the distance.

Camera lenses zooms.. out.. again.

Loud pickup trucks dash by
filled with heavily armed men
dressed in black
with giant black flags
fluttering in the wind.

One after another:
after another,
after another,
stirring up more dust and debris.

It takes a while to spot the baby again.

She is still there.
Alone; frightened
but not crying!

No one else notices the little girl
but the one behind the camera lens
and a world watches
utterly sad, devastated and helpless.

The little girl is Mosul.

She is 06.14.2014 Mosul.
She is 06.14.2014 Mosul.

 

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Poem published in the reprint of my debut book ( I’m No Hero ) in 2018. Book was published in 2016 through Silver Bow Publishing.

disclaimer: photo copied from Instagram 2015

 

A poem reviews

I was invited to write a poem. I was given the choice to use a word(s) prompt or an image. 

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Naturally I selected the image. Here are the reviews I received about my pome:

Jan Mather Really love this Lozan if I may call you that.
This is tender
Has indeed a haunting quality perfectly captured
Deep and compelling
Fine imagery
Perfect as the painting

 

Two Weeds of Thought: The Art of Writing Dear Lozan Yamolky, welcome to The Garden of Poetry & Prose! We are so glad to finally have you here! Please be aware that because this is a publication page rather than a group page, you may not always receive notifications of new comments on your poem or replies to comments you have made on other poems! We will spend the next two weeks reading and commenting on each other’s work, so we recommend coming back every other day or so! Please read and comment on everyone’s work and we will reciprocate. I will be back to comment further after I have read your lovely work again! I apologize for this late greeting! But I am so very glad you are here! https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/ff3/1.5/16/2764.pngDianne Forbes Compton.

 

Two Weeds of Thought: The Art of Writing Dear Lozan Yamolky, welcome to The Garden of Poetry & Prose! We are so glad to finally have you here! Please be aware that because this is a publication page rather than a group page, you may not always receive notifications of new comments on your poem or replies to comments you have made on other poems! We will spend the next two weeks reading and commenting on each other’s work, so we recommend coming back every other day or so! Please read and comment on everyone’s work and we will reciprocate. I will be back to comment further after I have read your lovely work again! I apologize for this late greeting! But I am so very glad you are here! https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/ff3/1.5/16/2764.pngDianne Forbes Compton.

 

Barbara Ehrentreu Welcome dear Lozan to our Garden. I am so happy to have your work grace our Garden. This ode is heartbreaking and brings out the pain of this poor woman. She is a ghost, because she was the subject of so many paintings and now she is still living in these works of art. I too found myself mesmerized by the painting we had for the prompt. So much is here and yet her eyes are closed. Finding how this painting was done is even sadder as you realize the suffering she must have endured for this painter to bring her to posterity. Your poem brings out all of that pain and the sadness of being in love with a woman who was basically a ghost. I really loved your images and the way you were able to extend the love of this mythical person to stretch for all time. Excellent writing and glad to have you here. https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/fa5/1.5/16/1f642.png🙂 https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/ff3/1.5/16/2764.png https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/fa5/1.5/16/1f642.png🙂 https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/ff3/1.5/16/2764.png

 

 John Lynn You have encapsulated love with your wonderful stanzas; true love thrives with no birth date, and never will it die.

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George Wylie Ah, Lozan, to be in love with a ghost. Your poem is sweet and reads like a song. So bright and hopeful. Your line “such stunning brokenness” is wonderful. You paint life to be a wonder, and that is good.

Bob Williams Lozan, I enjoyed the way your questions blossomed, taking on a larger and larger scope as your poem progressed as you wondered what people would think of your love for a ghost and then entered the realm of wondering why people believe the things that they believe in general. It’s a question I have often asked myself. Also, I enjoy the way the speaker finds beauty in things we have been conditioned to shun (sadness, brokenness, and chaos), and I walk away from your poem with a vision of a speaker who is every bit as interesting to me as Elizabeth Siddall: someone who stands apart from the majority and who, in doing so, finds connection with another unique soul. Finally, you gave this reader a good sense of closure in a poem which could have easily ended in a more unsettling way, and I am left with a feeling of a projected sense of peace in a yearning yet to be fulfilled, but one not hopeless or in vain. Beautifully written, Lozan.

Dianne Forbes Compton Dear Lozan Yamolky, when I first read the title to your poem, it raised an expectation that went unrealized when I finally read the poem itself. I love the direction that you took with this–an ode to a woman who’s accomplishments will survive so much longer after her death. And you created a story from her story–a would be love who may become incarcerated in a loony bin as he has fallen in love with the shade of woman who lived before his time. An excellent write and a joy to read, my friend! I am so glad you have been our guest this issue! https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/ff3/1.5/16/2764.png

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Susan Guest Dear Lozan: First, not only welcome, to the Garden of
Poetry and Prose, but thank you for being here with us.
I am so happy to be able to read your work and get to
know a bit more about your talent. And, as evidenced by
your lovely creation here, that talent it notable. I
love the whole “feel” of this lovely write. I think, if
we are lucky or doomed (depending on your viewpoint) we
are placed in the path of ghosts of passion and power….
ghosts we are so drawn to, we must force ourselves to
continue to “want” to remain mortal, though wanting to
join them in their ethereal existence. Many of us feel
such “attraction” to artists of stunning capabilities,
whether painter, sculptor, inventor, writer, philosopher,
scientist…..the power and talent of minds and souls
capable of creating that which speaks to our very essence,
is a magnet. Lovely work and thank you again.

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I am utterly humbled and honored to be receiving such delightful encouraging remarks on my pome. Here is the pome:

AN ODE TO ELIZABETH SIDDAL (25 JULY 1829 – 11 FEBRUARY 1862):
THE WOMAN WHO WAS A MUSE, PAINTER AND GHOST

What would they call me
when I tell them
I am in love with you?

What names would they call me behind my back
after it is revealed to them
that I am in love with a ghost?

Who would remain my friend
and who would dare to defend me
when they plot and plan
to restrain and take me away
to a dark and lonely place?

A dark room, a barred window and a locked door
that would cure my ailment
of loving a legend that lives in never-fading paintings;
paintings that were created a century ago.

What makes them sure love has a cure?

What makes them believe
joyous glee and smiling faces
are a sign of a peaceful and a content spirit?

What makes them assume legends
are just fading stories
soon to be forgotten?

Why does my heart yearn with desire
longing for a love that can never be satisfied
in this lifetime?

I am gazing into the deep sadness on the ancient canvas
and I hear your spirit speaking to my heart.

Such beautiful sadness;
such stunning brokenness;
such a graceful chaos
and what a haunting unforgettable face.

Delight me my beloved, my muse
and open your eyes
just once and see me
before they lay your mortal body to rest
and I would live for eternity fulfilled
that you granted my wish.

When we meet again in another world;
in another life;
in another universe,
I will remind you
that you and I were in love
long before we met.

© 2018. Lozan Yamolky. All rights reserved.
THE GARDEN OF POETRY & PROSE, Anthology V, Issue 2

 

 

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I would be delighted to hear what you thought of my poem. feel free to comment of email me lozanyamolky@gmail.com 

Thursday May 24, 2018 @6:00pm

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I am one of the feature poets at the Writers International Network (Poetry Reading) event so mark your calendar to be there on Thursday May 24, 2018 @6:00pm
In: Killarney Community Centre
In the Multipurpose Room # 203
6260 Killarney Street, Vancouver, BC Canada  
(corner of E. 49 Ave & Killarney St)

It is a free event so come in and enjoy poetry

Drumbeats (Poem)

Drumbeats
~© Lozan Yamolky

At the Pow-wow the dominant instrument of drum,
pulled me; demanded that I listen.

The rhythms of the drumbeat
evoked stable forms of energy in me I did not know existed;
my heart beat harmoniously with it.

It gave a voice to my silent soul;
it made it awaken,
dance,
and soar in the pure blue skies above.

The sacred and spiritual sounds of the drumbeats
are the sound of the heartbeat
of Mother Earth I am told.

It is a reminder of the throbbing umbilical cord music
that once was our lifeline in the womb.

The throbbing beat was all the music we heard
until we were separated from the mother.

It is a heartbeat that cannot be stopped
because it is eternal,
and it is a symbol of our living,
breathing,
feeling,
aching mother planet.

If we need help remembering where we belong;
if we need help to focus on our path;
if we want to see with clear intentions,
we need to
listen..
to..
the..
beat..
of..
the..
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~© Lozan Yamolky
Book: I’m No Hero (reprint 2018)
Published by Silver Bow in 2017

Here are 5 events I will be at in May

2018

 

 

Hello everyone.
Here are the 5 events I will be at in the month of May of 2018

Mark your calendar and please come.

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I am a feature poet at:
Rippling Sonnets (Open Mic Poetry Reading)
Wednesday, May 9 6:30pm to 8:30pm
All age groups welcome
Hosted by: Una Bruhns & Deborah L Kelly
Come in, no registration required
Location:
Lynn Valley Library
1277 Lynn Valley Rd North Vancouver, BC V7J 0A2

 

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I am invited to be one of the local talents to share the stage some poetry during Open Mic at:
Indigo Chapters (Metropolis)
Open-Mic poetry night
On Tuesday May 15th at 7:00pm
Guest author: Iain S. Thomas will be reading from his book, I Wrote This For You
Indigo Chapters Burnaby
Metropolis, Metrotown
4700 Kingsway
Burnaby, British Columbia
V5H 4M1

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I am a feature poet at the Writers International Network (Poetry Reading)

On Thursday May 24
Time: Killarney Community Centre
Vancouver Multipurpose Room # 203 6260 Killarney Street
(corner of E. 49 Ave & Killarney St)
At: 6:00pm

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On Friday May 25, 2018
I will be one of the recipients of ‘Distinguished Poets Award 2018’
From WIN (Writers International Network -Canada)
Announced by Ashok Bhargava President, Writers International Network Canada

Location:
Royal Palace Banquet Hall
7845 Edmonds Street, Burnaby, BC
Doors Open 6:00 PM 7:00 PM Dinner
Tickets Available in advance
$35.00 includes dinner

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I am Feature Poet at:
Poetic Justice
On Sunday, May 27
At 2:00 – 4:00PM
The Heritage Grill 
447 Columbia Street
New Westminster, British Columbia V3L 1A9

 

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