Today I decided to post a little treat for my blog followers. I’ve recently started a facebook group for my poetry / writing persona as ‘Miriam C‘ and I have been posting news and more poetry there, as well as other things that I find interesting and inspiring.
So just for today, put that wooden spoon down and try not to over-cook your food while you read these short poems. Or else, save the page for a little treat during lunch. It is a much better thing to do than watching tv while you eat 🙂 Smile, breath deeply, slow down and read…11140763_10152681783206371_6420192540236091732_o11001558_10152810185888655_1544599211799112539_o WP_20140602_001 (1) (1) IMG_20150610_231837

If you like what you see (or don’t) please leave me a comment, pin, share, send love. Click here if you want TO HOLD THEM IN YOUR HAND<3

To view photos from the night where I spent my time signing books, floating incredulously in the air and hugging friends (and strangers!) click here. The photos were taken by Jacob Sammut… you will hear more about this man’s art soon as we are collaborating on a project.

#achievementunlocked #poetry #publishedauthor

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Today I’d like to write to you about another thing that rocks my world – poetry. I’ve been writing since my teens, and until a few years ago I was a closet writer. Then through a series of events, I started sharing my poetry. I got a taste of what it’s like to give someone joy, to make a knowing smile run across their eyes, to make them feel understood. There was no going back. My writing got stronger until I was ready to publish.

Here I am, announcing my upcoming poetry book entitled ‘Pomegranate Heart’ (do you see how I couldn’t get very far from the culinary theme?) which will be published this May 2015. It will be a limited first edition, so if you want to get your paws on one, don’t wait too long 🙂

featuring the ‘star’ poem Pomegranate Heart of course

She counts the seeds
Of my pomegranate heart
The same, always the same
No matter how many times she counts.
Her fingers are stained
And though she may wash and scrub
There I will be
In her skin, lodged in places
Where she cannot wash me out

– poem by Miriam Calleja