Un Gusano Strategic 

Fly
they told our women.
Vuela alto,
 le decían. 
escupiendo.
mintiendo.
rompiendo.
garabatear 
it was the easiest tool
arm
force
to destroy 
las alas de mariposa
 ¿sabías que todo sale de la tierra?
and us
with our 
weak 
strategy 
overthinking 
strength 
sabiduría 
podemos resistir 
así como los gusanos 
que arrastran hoy
sus cuerpos.

Mujer con Voz

Otro Dolor/Another Pain

Wearing//gunpowder//in their skins//trying//
to baptise//the loose cotton//the unconscious drums//
the fire between the lost// when all along//dignity floats//
above the water// violence// cannot taint the flames on you//on you.

 

Mujer con Voz ©2016


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Conversations with the Light

I remember
I can feel my lungs doing the work

H e l p M e

Being different is a hard pill to swallow
The tones of nature, coffee, my mother’s prayers live in me
The song is playing, I can’t help but dance
rotating like all those planets and
all those peaceful memories
The night is doing what she likes to do:
make us dream
I know some are scared of the light
And they don’t want anyone showing them
that the impossible can be possible
and that this moment, this moment right here

is what c o u n t s

My dance is my rainbow, sweet metaphor
And you know what is funny? When people see a rainbow in the sky,
they don’t run and say
“Hey! You!
Colorful thing!
Burn out”
I wish people will do the same with
others
If they want to be the light
in this dark place
let them be.

 

Caribeña 

I am trying to practice reading my poems, I barely do, I don’t consider myself a spoken-word artist, but I love poetry… So I gave it a try. I hope you guys like it. Este poema se llama “Caribeña.”

I AM THE CARIBBEAN:

the mixed jungle

the sleeping sunsets of curly hair

Taino’s eyes

Minerva Mirabal

Conquistadora of lo imposible 

Caña-speaking aloud soul

Lectora,

Another unknown inexperienced poet

Hierro character

and never a follower.

I guess thats too much to handle… 

Mujer con Voz ©2016

I am Poem

I am a poem

él que estrujaste 

él que botaste en la basura

él que did not make it

poema mal tallado y más feo que una foto

metáforas guardadas

lengua mordida

hambre

hunger 

soy tu poema

I am your poem 

él que salió caminando

él que se limpió las nalgas

él que nadie quiso leer pero se leyó así mismo

a poem from a brown soul

metaphors from underground 

A big mouth 

Sed

Sequía 

y poesía

Mujer con Voz ©2016

 

 


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No hará Ruido Mi Boca

La próxima vez que me manden a peinar…
I will remain in silence

Qué hable mi cabello de trigo y mandarinas

Qué suenen las tamboras del suelo

Qué se niegue a doblarse los rizos

Qué cumplan mi boca con el corazón 

I will not speak, I SAY

Qué cante mi piel oscura

Qué mueva la tierra su ombligo 

Qué sacuda las caderas la historia

Qué se levante el río dormido

Qué el olor a coco les tapé las narices 

I will not say one single word… 

búscate oficio.

Mujer con Voz ©2016


photo by Marius Buzac

A Creative Soul

Photo by Adrianna Calvo

 

Each time I do an interview it reaffirms a very important thing; there’s so much talent out there that one cannot close its eyes and not be inspired. I have the pleasure of interviewing Vicki Gabow – writer, painter, poet, a wonderful woman that speaks in volumes with her creativity, contagious smile, and unique personality that’s shows even in her writing. I hope you guys take the time to learn about her creative process, read her work, and become a fan of her like myself.


 Tell us, who is Vicki Gabow?

I guess at heart I consider myself a creative; I tend to dabble in many different art forms and often feel pulled in various directions with my creative endeavors. Some days I write poetry, or paint, and other days I crochet or work on mixed media pieces. I lean in the direction that most satisfies my soul on any given day. I believe in trying to make the world a kinder, gentler place, and I hope that my existence contributes to that ideal. Lest you think I take myself too seriously, my sense of humor is some mixture of self-deprecation, mild sarcasm, and immaturity and my favorite breakfast cereal is still Lucky Charms.2. 

Writer, Vicki Gabow

When did your first start writing?

The first time I remember being vaguely interested in writing was in first grade; we had writing workshop days where we went to a room filled with typewriters (I know, shows my age a bit) connected to the library where we could draft and type up our own stories. I remember always being excited for those days. However, it wasn’t until I was in sixth grade that I found a voice through writing poetry. My teacher, Mrs. Cohen, encouraged me and gave me positive feedback. I realized that I could express myself through words and as a preteen that was a really powerful discovery.

What are the most constant topics in your writing? Do you write anything else besides poetry?

I write about what I feel and see; my everyday experiences and the people I come into contact with are my biggest inspirations. I write about nature, relationships, creativity, and as an outlet for the emotions that overwhelm me.

I also write personal essays and creative non-fiction pieces from time to time, but I feel most at home in poetry. It holds an old jeans and a T-shirt type of comfort for me that I don’t find in other genres of writing.

Who are your favorite writers?

I’d have to say I greatly admire and enjoy reading works by Neil Gaiman, Christopher Moore, Robert Okaji, Shane Koyczan, Heather Barnes, David Sedaris, Lois Lowery, Beverly Cleary, D. Watkins, Bill Willingham, and Garth Ennis. My bookshelves are fairly eclectic.


How do you begin a poem? What inspires you to write?

What inspires me to write? Being alive. My writing focuses on my interactions with my environment, so my poems usually start out with some experience depositing a seed in my mind. It rarely ever starts out with me just sitting down and saying to myself, “Okay, let’s write a poem now.” Usually, I find myself rushing to grab a pen and paper, my laptop, my phone, a piece of junk mail, or even a napkin; I only have a limited time to plant that seed in firm soil before it dissipates into the ether, I will write on almost anything. Like many people, I think my best ideas form while I’m doing some mundane task.

How would you define your writing style?

Free verse is my preferred poetic form. I love playing with imagery, symbolism, and sound devices, and I hate end rhyme. Does that constitute a style?

Has your idea of what poetry is changed since you began writing poems? What is poetry for you at this present time?

I think my perception of poetry has changed over time. In the beginning, I figured it was just about flowery language, an overabundance of adjectives, and end rhyme. Thankfully, I progressed beyond that stage. As I got older, poetry evolved into a means of self-reflection; as a result, I very rarely shared my writing with anyone. Now, I also see it as a powerful tool for communication and connection with my fellow human beings who might take comfort in knowing they’re not alone. Overall I have a greater appreciation for the power of words. If you think about it, my concept of poetry has evolved to accommodate my changing needs at each stage of my life.


What obstacles have you faced as a writer? How did you overcome them?

I’ve been my own worst enemy. My fears have held me back so many times; self-doubt can be paralyzing. It has taken me a long time to acknowledge myself as a writer. I’ve been writing for years, but up until this past year, my husband didn’t even know I wrote. I hid it like a dirty little secret. I still struggle sometimes to believe in myself and my abilities, but I am fortunate enough to have a fantastic support network of friends and family.

Do you have any advice for new writers?

Writing can be an isolating pursuit; I’d encourage anyone who wants to write to seek out other creatives and work to support each other, and I’m not just talking about other writers. It can open up so many new possibilities. Immersing myself in culture and my local writing community has helped inspire my writing. Also, don’t be afraid to share your work. Go ahead and submit your writing; yes, you’ll get rejections, but that’s okay. Sometimes you’ll also get feedback or acceptance.

What are your current or future projects?

I’ve been working on a chapbook, and I’m hoping to see that published in the next few months. Also, Because of a Word, a collaborative poetry collection that includes two of my poems is now available in print and e-book format on Amazon. As far as future projects, I’ll be opening an Etsy shop this summer where I’ll be working towards my goal of combining my love of poetry and mixed media art to create some unique original pieces; I’m excited to see where this concept leads.

Vicki, where can we find more of your work?

 



 

Washington Heights, Where is Tío?

Photo by  Joelle Santos 

Yesterday I walked around 175 Street, Washington Heights and pensé en la mirada penetrante de mi tío cruzando la calle y parándose a hablar con todo el que se le atravesara en el medio. I thought about him in silence. Lo miré riéndose y señalando todo los trapos del mercado ambulante y los lugares que ha pisado con su historia -una que comenzó en los 70s cuando Nueva York era una necesidad, no un lujo. Al coger el tren A me despedí de su ausencia, pero el reflejo de su perfume tomó el timón de mi camino, me zambullí en el subterráneo con la esperanza de encontrarlo allí, contando cada parada en una silla de madera. Me falta para llegar, pero estoy conforme de que voy en camino.

Mujer con Voz ©2016

La Sangre es Sangre

Tiene sus ojos de viento. 
Baila aún en una foto vieja, aún no tanto.
Buscando su recuerdo,
                  lo encuentro,
                        lo guardo.

I am here
— le digo a su oído de lejos tan cercano.


I am there!

Me escucha. Sonríe. Guiña un ojo.

Is not a goodbye
— el murmura cantando un merengue de los de él.

Sé que no miente.

Mujer con Voz ©2016