I will be at the following events in September; I hope you can join in.
This clip if of Sherry Duggal of her poetry book on the different shades of an Indian Bride entitled Shringar. She will be captivating the Holy Wow Poets Thursday September 6th at 6:00pm
We will gather at the Pitt Meadows Golf Course at 13615 Harris Road in Pitt Meadows. At this dinner, we also have Open Mic. I will be reading later in the evening.
I will be one of the poets at the West Coast Tagore Festival 2018 on Saturday September 8, 2018 at the Gateway Theatre, 6500 Gilbert Road, Richmond, BC
I am going to recite a translated Tagore poem along with others in languages of the world. I will read in Arabic & in Kurdish.
FREE Admission (donation welcomed)
Facebook Event Page: https://www.facebook.com/events/399023257286046/
Website Page: https://www.vancouvertagoresociety.org/festival-2018.html
Cultural Performances: 6:00PM – 8:15PM
Doors Open: 5:30PM
Audience Seating: 5:50PM
Indian Classical Music by Naad Foundation
Woven World Tapestry of Words by World Poetry
Tagore Songs by Vancouver Tagore Society Workshop Series
Bharata Natyam Dance by Alex Parappilly & Ashvini Sundaram
‘Raindrop: A Quest for Love’ – A musical theatre by Vancouver Tagore Society
The story of ‘Raindrop: A Quest for Love’ revolves around two parallel plots of love and nature. In one, the dance-drama presents Dhora, the protagonist, as a young woman furtively questing for love. Looking from outside, she rather seems to be a happy single, even though her Fear, the antagonist, does not allow her to follow her true emotions. In another, Dhora portrays the village soil getting dry deep inside and silently yearning for rain from Shyamal, the Dark Cloud; but her Fear does not let her welcome the changes she must undergo to embrace and enjoy the cloudburst. This dance-drama brings forth awareness of climate justice in an aesthetic way.
The Festival is presented by Vancouver Tagore Society and funded in part by cultural project grants from the City of Richmond and BC Arts Council.
I will be the host of (( Tellers of Short Tales ))
Our feature Author: Nasreen Pejvack
Date: Wednesday Sept 12, 2018
Time: 6:00pm to 8:00pm
Location: Anvil Centre, Room 413A, 777 Columbia Street, New Westminster
Open Mic Sign Up will be available for writers who would like to share their stories.
More info https://rclas.com/recurring/tellers-of-short-tales/
During the evening, I will read a short story of mine.
I will be performing Arabian Dance and will also gather the crowed to teach some basic dance moves so bring a hip scarf and come join me on Saturday September 22 at the Haney Farmers Market in Maple Ridge, BC between 10:00am-2:00pm
HANEY FARMERS MARKET 2018 Market Events
Memorial Peace Park on 224th in downtown Maple Ridge
Every Saturday from 9 – 2, May 12 to November 11
firstname.lastname@example.org 604-467-7433 ext 2
At 1:00pm pm Saturday September 29th, I am one of the feature poets at the Strawberry and will be reading poems from my 2 previously published books and read from my upcoming poetry book. My books will be on sale as well during my reading.
Hills Library 7399 122 St, Surrey, BC V3W 5J2
on Sunday, September 30, 2018, I will be reading poetry at the Vancouver Public Library in downtown Vancouver during the annual WORD Vancouver. http://wordvancouver.ca/
I am feature poet in Port Moody on October 24 🙂 Stay tuned!
Photos by Janet Kvammen
I was honored to be feature poet at Poetry In The Park on Wednesday July 4, 2018 in New Westminster, BC in Queens Park.
All summer long, every Wednesday, go to Queens Park 6:30-8:30pm at the bandshell and enjoy poetry & open mic
What Suddenly Happened?
~© Lozan Yamolky
Did a flock of white doves
fly above your house
with all their pure white feathers glistening
while hovering in blue skies
on a cold October afternoon?
Did a kaleidoscope of butterflies
flutter past your window
in a brilliant display
of incredible colorful theory;
appearing and disappearing out of nowhere?
Did a team of horses
dash by in a straight line
neighing and snorting as one,
rumbling past your front door
and carrying on until they disappeared
in the distance?
Did a herd of deer
stand outside your window
peering at a reflection of you
lying in bed
that made them stand motionless?
Did the songbirds in your garden
suddenly stopped singing
for no apparent reason
at that precise moment
you took your last breath?
Did a white rose petal
gently fall off the flowers
onto the night table next to your bed
distracting those in the room
for only a moment?
Did the people who love you
let their tears flow
when the nurse covered your beautiful face
with the white sheet
pronouncing you were gone?
Did all that happen
when your spirit departed this life
Yes, all that happened and more
because you are so precious.
The universe felt your departure
because you left a space
that can never be filled;
because you left too soon.
Forever, your memory,
and your love
will remain in all who knew you.
You have touched us all
with such kindness,
There’s nothing much left for us to say
but, rest in peace dear mother;
rest in peace
until we meet again.
From my second book of poems ( Counting Waves ) published by: Silver Bow Publishing in 2017
Mission’s Writers Group planned their annual three days & 2 nights retreat for writers called ( I should be writing) writer’s retreat & this time, I joined them.
Living in Maple Ridge, BC for over ten years from 2005-2015, I never knew about this spectacular ‘Loon Lake.’
Dreaming of spending another three days in solitude and silence at a place like this -especially after the rains stopped is a welcomed thought but since it is costly and all, I am content with what I got 🙂 I can only imagine how this place looks on a bright sunny day.
I fell in love with this forest after being there for few minutes; I wrote a poem while it was pouring rain there. The poem title is ( In a mirror-less forest ).
While I had all the alone time with no screens, no phone, and no internet at all, I wrote nine new pomes, polished some old ones and wrote a short story (a love story). I also worked on my memoir a bit.
Enjoy the photos 🙂
Enjoy the photos 🙂
Listen to: http://www.worldpoetryopenmic.net/ archive file of March 23, 2018
I called in and spoke then shared a poem @ 40:00 and called again and read my new poem 54:00
Listen to the show and let me know what you think of my poems 🙂
If you also like to be sharing your poems on the air for the world to hear, call them on Fridays (not this coming one Friday March 30, they are off) but they are back on Friday April 6th, 2018. Call from anywhere in the world and you can also listen live.
No More Poetry
She ripped and tore all her poems from her note books.
She removed all poetry books from her shelves;
tossed them all with the scattered torn up papers
into a barrel; lit a match to it all.
She vowed to never write another poem as long as she lived.
She watched the poems as they were consumed by the fire;
turned her back to the burning inferno,
and walked away slowly.
From the bellowing smoke,
a figure in the shape of a poem appeared.
It looked as if it almost touched the ground by the barrel,
and just stood there;
then turned around and looked at her.
She turned to look at the burning poems,
saw the figure then slowly walked towards it in disbelief.
The poem bowed its head in sorrow
and begun to speak.
She listened as the figure,
the living poem spoke to her.
“You need me!
You cannot live without me!
What are you going to do?
When your heart breaks?
When you lose someone you love?
When you see innocent people suffer?
When you see injustice in this world?
When you fall desperately, hopelessly in love?
When you hold the tiniest newborn in your arms?
When you are in such pain no one can understand?
When you witness the unspeakable, heartless cruelty man is capable of?
When you hold the lifeless hand of someone whose spirit just crossed to the other side?
Tell me, what are you going to do without me?
You need me!” the poem said.
They both sat on the ground,
watched the fire burn…
and they both cried.
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
I am invited to recite poetry from my books ( I’m No Hero ) & ( Counting Waves ) in Maple Ridge Seniors Village on Tuesday November 7th @ 3:00pm
I used to work there as a Care Aide for years and it will be wonderful to be there again. I miss the staff and the people living there
I appreciate the recreation and therapy staff for inviting me 🙂