Write For Rights Day

On Tuesday December 10th, 2019 TriCities Chapter of Amnesty International is hosting an evening of poetry, music, silent auction, delicious food, delightful company and more.

Come join us and get your tickets soon becuase space is limited.

I am humbly and utterly honored to be invited by Joy Silver to be the featured poet for the evening.

As I continue to write my story, I am going to be reading part of it at the event and some new and published poems from my three books, (I’m No Hero), (Counting Waves) & (Dreamers Needed). My books will be on display for sale and part of the proceeds will be donated to Amnesty International.

I look forward to seeing new and familiar faces on Tuesday.

I wish to thank Joy Silver and her incredible team for organizing the annual event that I am so much looking forward to.

You are invited to join us!

If you can’t make it and want to order copies of my books, feel free to contact me directly. Part of the proceeds of any book sold up to/ on the day of the event will be donated to Amnesty International.

McNally Robinson is publishing my 3rd book of poems



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


March 22, @13:00PST listen to World Poetry Café


I am invited by kind and peaceful host Ariadne Sawyer to be on the radio so listen to world poetry café (Thursday, March 22nd, 2018) CFRO 100.5fm from Vancouver, BC Canada @ 1:00pm.

You can hear the program online LIVE from anywhere in the world. The next day, the interview will be in the archive for 6 months.


Send us messages if you want so we can read them on the air. Comments or questions or requests. Email me or email the host: ariadnes@uniserve.comIMG_5751

My books are at VPL

Ok, it is official, my poetry books are at the Vancouver Public Library VPL
You can find it in the: Vancouver Indie Collection on the main floor or place a hold online.

My books are about freedom, spirituality & the quest for peace on earth & the travails of refugees … spread the news.


Please take a moment to go to the library’s website and rate my book & if you can, write a review please.

🌎   🕊




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


To Nana


I found an old letter I have written back in 2004 to my Nana Fatim (may she rest in peace). The printed letter was in a file on my computer that I have not looked at for years.
I am thankful that someone read this letter to her in Baghdad because I did speak to her few weeks after that letter was sent and she told me she was the photos I sent. Oh I miss her so much and I know my words are echoed by all my sisters and brothers who also loved her the same if not more.

She was one a amazing woman. I love her forever.

إلى حبيبة قلبي نه نه فاطم… إلى ٲحن و أعز نه نه باعالم كله نه نه فاطم


حياتي و نور عيوني اتمنى من كل أعماق قلبي ان تكوني على خير و صحة عافية.

عمري نه نه فاطم والله مشتاقة لكِ إلى حد مستحيل يوصف بالكلمات وصدقيني نه نه فاطم ما يمر علي يوم واحد – يوم واحد إذا ما أذكر إسمچ الطيب على لساني لو بقلبي إلي ابداً ابداً ماينساچ ولو يوم واحد.


نه نه فاطم انتي غّيرتي حياتي كلتها بقلبكِ و بطيبكِ و بصوتكِ الدافي و إيدچ الناعمة حبيبتي و عمري نه نه فاطم انتي احسن معلمة بها لعالم كلها و كلشي دا أسوي بكل يوم هنا يذكرني بيچ نه نه فاطم ولله ولله إذا بس بيدي نه نه فاطم انطي حياتي الباقية كلتها بس اشوفچ فد لحضة و أبوس إيديچ الحلوة …


نه نه فاطم انتي علمتيني كلشى اعرفة اليوم. اني هواية احبچ نه نه فاطم ولله بس لو بيدي وبس لو عندي إمكانية, ولله لا تشوفيني علا بابچ واگفة بدل هذي الورقة الي اتجنني لاُنه هي بيدچ بهاي اللحظة بدالي اني لوزان ٲو مثل ما كنتي انتي تسميني لوزينه.


نه نه فاطم اني اعرف اشگد إنتي تحبينا واعرف انو إنتي تعبتي علينا هواية هواية  بس اريدچ تعرفين انه لو من صدگ چنت اني أعرف الغربة هلگد راح تبعدنا و هلگد صعب و غالي الرجوع اليك, والله والله لا كنت احضنچ بكل قوتي  وما رحت ذاك اليوم من ودعناچ بأربيل گبال شقة خالو صباح. .



هالعالم كلها بچفة وإنتي لوحدك بچفة   نه نه فاطم هلگد إنتي لوحدك هلگد عزيزة عليه ….

حبيبتي   نه نه فاطم سامحيني لأنه ماحاولت بجهد أكثر انه ابقى على اتصال بيچ و بخوالي الأعزاء أو خاله أميرة. رجاءً وصلي إعتذاري الخاص لهم.


انشاءلله الأوضاع تتحسن باسرع وقت حتا الناس تبدأ تعيش بامن و  سلام بعراق الوطن –على گولتچ   نه نه فاطم.


وصلټني صورۃ واحدۃ وفيھا إنتي ومجموعۃ اطفال و خالۃ ٲميرۃ.


ابعثلچ بهذى الرسالة كم صورة جديدة إلي و لإبني وزوجي  إلي  ٲبدا مايمل من سمع حكايات احكيها له عنك وعن طيبتچ و همين ابعثلچ عنواني هنا بكندا.  حاليا آني حامل خمس شهور و إنشاله رحأولد طفلي الثاني بشهر شوباط السنه الجايه.


مع السلامة   نه نه فاطم گيان به قوربانت ءه بم. سلامي الى الجميع…