indie – audrey di mola – folkloric futurism

this will be my winter.

brothers & sisters, happy holidays & happy new year!

this year has been an insane one for me but i’m ending it on a high note. we made magic, pushed ourselves further, adventured to places we never thought we’d be. and 2016 will be about ANNUNCIATION. speaking my name into the world. healing. owning my identity and solidifying it.

this will be a winter of hibernation- focus, patience, dedication, and strengthening of bonds. TELL SOMEONE YOU LOVE THEM TODAY! & if you’re in queens tag along for these fine events below, my last of 2015. grateful for each & every one of you.

for all that we are & all that we will be-

yours always,

Wed 12/9/15 7pm – Featured reader at The Inspired Word NYC’s first ever Women Poets of the Q4, at Q4 Hotel in LIC [Facebook] this is my 1st feature in awhile and fixin’ to be a visceral one.. come & also add your voice in the open mic after!

Thurs 12/10/15 7pm – Hosting Boundless Tales, longest running reading series in Queens! Astoria Bookshop [More info] if you’re a writer, also submit your work to be considered for our 2016 readings!

Sun 12/13/15 1-5pm – Warming Up Winter Holiday Market at Queens Museum [Facebook] my first market EVER! i’ll be selling alongside my beautiful sister & art partner in crime, omi plufs. come see us for paintings, prints, 3D poetry crafts, typewriter poems & more.. plus other great stuff going on at the museum!

Tue 12/15/15 7:30pm – Featured reader at Risk of Discovery show (workshop, open mic & featured readers) at Astoria Coffee [Facebook] i FINALLY get to RISK IT!

Wed 12/16/15 7pm – Hosting Inspired Word NYC’s Wednesday night open mic at the Q4 Hotel in LIC [More info] come see what all the inspired word hype is about!

PS! the global #UseYourAnd ad i did for gillette venus this year is up for a youtube ad of the year award! crazy! just want to give thanks again for that incredible experience. you never know what life has in store~*

PPS…

letter from the road

how we squander our hours of pain.
how we gaze beyond them into the bitter duration
to see if they have an end. though they are really
seasons of us, our winter-
enduring foliage, ponds, meadows, our inborn landscape,
where birds and reed-dwelling creatures are at home. -RILKE

dear beautiful people: have a wonderful summer.
i am trying to put many things that are defying words- into such words.

here’s what i got goin’ on, would love to see you to share some words & hugs:

** (new queens series) RAGE READINGS 7/6/15 8pm @ astoria coffee

** LAST FRIDAYZ at local project in LIC produced by inspired word 7/31/15 7pm

** hosting open mic, performing & presenting NATURE OF THE MUSE readers sweta vikram, michael stahl, kevin marquez, crystal rivera & m. leona godin at QUEENS LIT FEST @ LIC Bar (aug 1 & 2, 11-5pm; nature of the muse features on 8/2, 2pm)

out there,

and from the rupture
that was breaking our hearts
we came forth clean again,
naked,
loving each other
without dream, without sand,
complete and radiant,
sealed by fire. -NERUDA

i wish this for you this summer.

into the wild,
on the journey again-
in the immortal christopher mccandless’ words-
everyday, fighting:

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perhaps not conclude, but continue- ever, continue…

we, only, can see death; the free animal
has its decline in back of it, forever,
and god in front, and when it moves, it moves
already in eternity, like a fountain. -RILKE

till we meet again.

i’m always gonna go where the westlin’ winds do go.

PS:

if you have a sec, check out the UPDATED COMPASS PROJECT PAGE!

i’m pretty excited about it & sending more poetry stickers out soon (foto by jan in baltimore :))

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forget me not.

sparkler

i wrote this for someone very dear to me, in remembrance of someone dear to him. their story, her story, hit me hard. the details. realizing yet again that all we have is this moment.. and everything we leave behind. the impressions we make on the people we love – and even people we’ve never met. sometimes a star is just that bright..

this is for sweet alex, with love to her.. and all those we are left staring at the sky, wishing for.

“life is beautiful, go tell everyone”

this is for you, dear beauty
i’ve never met-
because the wildness makes
us all sisters.
the universe doesn’t always
make it easy but
souls still burn
even in absence. sometimes
even brighter..
never contained. only memories.
only purity. only song. only
golden strands & flecks of
blue. you.
this is for you, beauty.
who had things to do
on the other side of silence,
your path redrawn abruptly-
all of us
lighting candles,
watching for your spark
inside the flame.
the last thing he
said to you was a sweet
promise to keep
“until next time” –
now saved
for the clouds..
a thousand candles,
a jazz band
bumpin’ so fine
you can dance
as long &
as joyfully
as you damn well
please.
& that is what we
will do,
beauty.
we will look at your
smile in photos
& post words you
can’t read & title
as-yet-unimagined artworks
after your mexican
standoff eyes in the
19th century drawing
room of your face.
& we will go on.
all the strange &
simple things-
the dusting of snow,
soggy cereal, the
sighs on the other
end of the phone..
we know you’re still
working, out there.
& we must too.
you are part of the
wild now.
the endless whirling in
our heads when we
try to sleep,
where we go
when we get lost
in brushstrokes,
the feeling that
makes us dance &
dance until we cry
from laughter,
from ache..
how lucky are we
to have seen a
shooting star?
some souls have
forever to make a
move & never do.
others streak across
our sky but once
& we can never
ever
forget.
travel well,
beauty.
we’re curling up inside
the space you left
this winter..
the glow of your
remembrance
will keep us warm.