Poet Profile: Petya Dubarova

Blazing Bulgaria

Petya Dubarova

Petya Dubarova was born on April 25, 1962. She studied in the English-language high school in the seaside city of Burgas. She committed suicide, not yet 17, on December 4, 1979. She wrote poetry from a very early age. Her first published works appeared in the periodicals “Септемврийче” (“Child of September”) and “Народна младеж” (“People’s Youth”), in the magazines “Родна реч” (“Native tongue”) and “Младеж” (“Youth”). Her moral and spiritual guide was the poet and translator Grigor Lenkov.

During her short life Petya Dubarova penned original poetical works, impressions, fables and short stories which stand out in the literary life of 70’s Bulgaria with their flowing, daring ease and freshness.

The poetess writes about intransient human values: sea, summer, rain, youth, love and poetry, returning them to their archetypal meanings and beauty. Her poetry bares the emotional face of a generation unwilling to accept conformism, hypocrisy and lies…

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On Being Mixed and Things I Never Told My Mother By Keith J. Castillo

The Rising Phoenix Review

On Being Mixed and Things I Never Told My Mother

mama calls me her mocha baby
mulatto child
tells me i’m beautiful the way i am in one breath then
says my hair would look better straight in the next
tells me my nose is too wide then gushes over how my skin
is the perfect shade of brown
skin i used to wish was lighter
skin that i never felt belonged to me
black kid in white household
a foreign entity even in their own home

we watch the news together and mom says that if i was ever gunned down by a cop
she would riot
that people will listen to her grieve
when the black mothers of dead black children
aren’t given a second thought

each time i hear that another black person was gunned down
i wonder if the next will be me

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Ten Essential Poems by Women Poets

Maenad Magazine

by Caitlin

For Women’s History Month, I thought I’d share ten of my favorite poems by women poets. These are women who have transformed my life with their art. The following poems cover vast terrain, addressing both the personal and the political, from what it’s like to suffer sexual abuse as a child to the experience of meeting a dictator who massacred thousands of people.  Poetry is subjective. I know I’ve left out many worthy poets and poems, but I hope this selection reminds you of your own favorite poets and maybe introduces you to some new ones.

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Lucille Clifton – “won’t you celebrate with me”

won’t you celebrate with me
what i have shaped into
a kind of life? i had no model.
born in babylon
both nonwhite and woman
what did i see to be except myself?
i made it up
here on this bridge between
starshine and…

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Keren Díaz de León

Yesterday a boy punched
Brendita across the face when she tried to break up with him
and all the school did was give her an ice pack
call her mom,
said, she won’t stop crying
& sent her home.
My tia tells my mother and i this
from drivers seat
we are on one of our weekly breakfast dates
where we tell stories
and chismes
of our week
but this morning it is different
tia tells us how
how she took Brendita and her parents to the police station yesterday
how Police Officers at station did nothing.
It was the first time I had ever heard my tia Swear, she said:
Como creen que
that boy who punched Brendita
would listen to some piece of fucking paper
he’s threatening even her parents’ lives now
Y sabes,
They saw her face
The guys at the station
And still did nothing

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