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McNally Robinson is publishing my 3rd book of poems
https://www.mcnallyrobinson.com/home
I am here to make the announcement that I have submitted my finished manuscript and cover photo to my publisher, McNally Robinson in Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada. I am excited to finally get the MSS done and sent so I can now focus all my writing on my upcoming memoire.
Stay tuned for the big news of the book launch date and the subsequent book signing events.
My sincere thank you to all my dear friends and amazing poets that helped me edit and work on my manuscript especially Deborah L. Kelly & Janet Kvammen. Thank you to the talented writers who wrote blurbs for the cover of my book:
~Lilija Valis
~Patricia Sandberg
~Ashok Bhargava &
~Nasreen Pejvack
She is vividly present among the refugees suffering, dying & escaping. She is with her ancestors, her mother, son, vulnerable girls & women, declaring her love & protecting; she is with the homeless & the revolutionaries. Her purpose is to “wake up your conscience”. She advocates a life of peace, love and responsibility, in harmony with the earth.
~Lilija Valis Award-winning poet
Iraqi refugee, Lozan Yamolky, confronts us in her poetry with passionate, powerful imagery of war-torn countries. She challenges us to listen and understand, issues urgent calls to action, then leaves us believing in our power to change.
~Patricia Sandberg Author of award-winning ‘Sun Dogs & Yellowcake’
There is a genuine silence between and behind Lozan’s words. She attempts to evoke what can’t be said or expressed easily. There is truth, light & strength in her poems because they grew from her memories of actual places, experiences & events. Like a skillful weaver she knits her dreams & visions to create a compelling & captivating collection of poignant & profound poetry.
~Ashok Bhargava President of Writers International Network Canada
A brave, mindful woman. Who better to portray the anguish of being a refugee than one who has tasted it. Lozan Yamolky’s poems speak from her own experiences, showing the cruelties that our numb societies allow to operate within war zones. Yet she also paints the love of woman, mother and lover in gorgeous colours.
~Nasreen Pejvack, Author of Amity, Paradise of the Downcasts, & Waiting
Here is a brief info about this amazing Canadian publisher:
McNally Robinson was founded by Holly McNally in 1981 in Winnipeg, Manitoba, with her partner Ron Robinson, who quit the book business a year later to pursue a career with CBC Radio. Robinson’s name has remained attached to the enterprise because at the time he left, McNally didn’t have the money to replace the store’s signage. Beginning with just one small corner bookstore, Holly and her husband Paul gradually built McNally Robinson Booksellers into one of the largest independent bookstores in Canada, spreading to Saskatoon and (formerly) Calgary. The stores host readings and book launches by authors from Winnipeg, Canada and beyond.
Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/McNally_Robinson
A poem: A Refugee’s Escape
A Refugee’s Escape
~© Lozan Yamolk
Get me out of this sadness;
pull me out of this darkness.
Rid me of the miserable never ending bad news;
pick me out of the crowd of desensitized beings who no longer have empathy
for a suffering humanity.
Do something with me!
Launch me into the sky.
Shoot my body,
from the tip of my nose
to my toes,
up to the heavens.
Watch me fly away;
just let me go
until you see me no more.
Let me breeze past a flock of flying birds,
through the clouds,
past a flying aircraft,
and through arctic freezing air.
Let my body feel it; let me be consumed
by all what I am surrounded by now.
Up above the skies I go.
I will not look down
until I am up … up … up there
where no one can see me:
into the infinite deep;
into the glittering universe;
into that place shimmering
with spectacular endless spots of light.
I see nothing above me or around me
but the sparkling
– wow!
I will not stop until I get there.
When I arrive,
I will float weightlessly.
Nothing is happening here:
not a sound,
not a motion,
nothing moving but my arms spread like wings.
I am here.
I am free.
I am flying.
I am at peace.
I look down and I see the peaceful blue planet.
Here, I forget the pain:
the darkness of hearts
and the cries of innocents.
From up here:
I do not see blood.
I do not smell gunpowder.
I do not hear the explosions.
I do not feel the lifeless bodies of my people scattered around me.
Then I remember those who are in the dark;
not from lack of light,
but from the lack of love in their hearts.
For those blinded by the idea of harming others
believing it will somehow bring them peace;
it will balance this world;
it will bring them victory.
Oh, how I wish I could take
some of this peace I feel right now
and transport it into their hearts.
Oh how I wish darkness would
wonder,
search,
want,
peace and love
which will make them lay down their weapons.
Oh, how I hope the darkness
does not pass the shadows
to their offspring,
or the offspring
of those they harmed.
I hope they all search
and find how easy this is:
how peaceful;
how comfortable.
I opened my eyes
to the feeling of cold mud beneath me,
rain pouring though our torn up tent;
my wet clothes
and a soldier pointing his rifle
into my face
while ripping our tent wide open,
shouting at us:
“Get up and move out of here.
Get going.
Out!”
~© Lozan Yamolk
Poem from my debut book: I’m No Hero
Published in 2016 through Silver Bow Publishing
Contact me to get your copy.
Photo of one of my beautiful sisters, Viyan Janela from Kurdistan 1992
Local Author Day in Maple Ridge
LET US FILL UP THE SEATS ON SATURDAY, SHALL WE?
Come to Black Bond Books in The Haney Place Mall this Saturday November 18, 2017.
I will be reading from my two poetry books
** I’m No Hero
** Counting Waves
** also, sneak peek at pomes I am working on for my third book of poems.
Come enjoy other authors as well 10:00am-5:00pm.
If you already have my poetry book(s), kindly send me a book review and include short bio about yourself (50 words or less) if you want, because I want to start a page of book reviews about my books.
If you do not have a copy of my book, then come on Saturday and get your copy.
Thank you in advance.
Come to Maple Ridge on Sat. Nov 18
It is such an honor to be invited to be one of the (Meet Local Authors) event at Black Bond Books at the Haney Place Mall on Saturday November 18, 2017 at 11:00am
Come to support local authors and enjoy authors read their books. Also buy their books.
you know Christmas around the corner and books make a beautiful gift to loved ones.
My poetry books are $20.00 each.
Come and listen to me read poems from my books ( I’m No Hero ) & ( Counting Waves ).
Your Life’s Journey
Your Life’s Journey
© Lozan Yamolky
Unless the city sidewalk has
even once, been your bed,
try not to condemn the homeless.
Unless you lived countless days
and countless nights
sad beyond words,
try not to pass judgment on those battling depression.
Unless you have been betrayed
by a person you trusted,
try not to be too quick to criticize
those who have difficulty trusting.
Unless you have felt
the deep anguish
of a woman terminating her pregnancy,
try not to hatefully question
a woman’s right to choose.
Unless you have been displaced
in search of a new life, in a foreign land,
try not to scorn a refugee.
Unless you have been ill
where you find it difficult
to care for yourself,
try not to judge those living in unkempt homes.
If you have never had to choose
between dressing well;
feeding your hungry stomach;
buying your medication;
pay your utility bills;
or keep a roof over your head,
try not to be condescending
to those who look less groomed than you.
My heart aches seeking freedom.
My spirit loves living life.
My crying voice sings beautiful songs.
My arms spread wide, seeking peace.
Reach out for me,
I am everywhere.
I am the needy
you just passed by.
I am the one
you just avoided making
eye contact with.
Who I am and where I am right now
is all a part
—of your life’s journey.
© Lozan Yamolky
from debut book: I’m No Hero
by: Silver Bow Publishing 2016
Decorate
Decorate your book shelve with poetry books and add [ Counting Waves ] to your poetry collection portion.
Let me know if you want to get your copy of my book and I will bring it to you if your live nearby me or ship it your way worldwide.
When you get a moment and when you want to listen to one of my poems being recited by World Potey Open Mic, check this: http://www.worldpoetryopenmic.net/uploads/5/1/8/3/5183702/wpom-2017-10-20.mp3
At 01:08:00 you will hear my poem: Inner Peace
I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it and sharing it with the world.
When I Forget
When I Forget
Remind my son
when I forget his name,
that I knew it before he was born.
Remind the love of my life
when I no longer know who he is,
that I made a vow to love him
to the end of my days.
Remind my sisters
when I become lost not knowing where I live,
to water the flowers in my garden.
Remind my friends
when I forget who I am,
that I was always there;
in good times and bad.
Remind my grandchildren
when my legs forget how to walk,
that I used to dance
to beautiful Arabian music.
Remind my nephews and nieces,
when I forget the many memories I made;
they are all captured in photographs,
in poems and in stories I shared.
Remind my caregivers;
in my younger years,
I was a care provider
and treated my patients
with dignity, tenderness, and care;
I hope they do the same.
When I forget how happy I used to be,
remember how the simple,
free things
brought me joy.
Hugs from friends,
and sitting on my porch swing
made me happy.
Remember how chirping birds
were a symphony to my ears.
Watching sunrises, sunsets
and waves rolling onto shorelines
always made me happy.
Drinking tea,
writing and reading made me glad.
Hiking in the forest,
nature sounds
and touching trees
made me feel so alive.
So, when I recall none of these things,
do not forget that I am a poet;
the one who wrote this poem.
© Lozan Yamolky
From: Counting Waves
By: Silver Bow Publishing 2017
Lozan Yamolky 
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