Myriam San Marco is a poet, creative writing facilitator and poetry promoter. Publications • Sakura, full collection, Burning Eye Books, 2018 • “Freedom poems for National Poetry Day 2017” as guest editor for I am not a silent poet • “Marie-Rose” BBC commission for National Poetry Day • “Never Gentle” The Interpreter’s House issue 62 • “Five things” Poets’ Republic Feb 2016 • “Teach peace” I am not a silent poet magazine Nov 2015 • “If you tell”, I am not a silent poet online magazine 2015 • "SNAFU”, “Forty-eight”, “The Crossed Road”, I am not a silent poet magazine, June 2015 • “Like a ton of Lego bricks”, “Impervious to hugs”, Message in a bottle magazine, April 2015 • “You hide I count”, Oddity #10, March 2015 • "Murder”, The Interpreter’s House issue 58, Feb 2015 • “The end of the beginning of the end”, “Passion Week”, I am not a silent poet magazine, February 2015 • “Image is everything”, Boscombe Revolution #3, Hesterglock Press, January 2015 Work History • Bournemouth Poet Laureate 2016 to December 2017 • Word Makers and Silence Breakers collective founder and project manager 2016 to present • Poet in Residence at BadBury Rings Rewind Festival, 2016/17 and ArchRevival 2018 • Fresher Prize poetry judge 2017 • Laureate mentoring and development programme leader for Library Writers from July 2016 to present • Bournemouth Schools Poetry judge for the Mayor’s Awards 2017 • Host/event organiser of The Sirens showcase for So:To Speak Southampton festival, October 2015 • Host of Spread the Verb (Lit Up with Apples and Snakes bi-monthly spoken word showcase) 2015/16 • Creative writing workshop facilitator at Poole Festival of Words July 2015. • Resident poet and workshop facilitator at The Chocolate Poetry Club London from June 2015. • Host and poet in residence at The Platform@the Mad Cucumber vegan lounge from June 2014. • Writer in residence at Makers Inc. café to project manage and host Word Makers Spoken Word Slam 2014/15 • Creative writing and mosaic workshops facilitator for Creative Kids, 2014 to present. • Project Manager and arts and creative writing workshop facilitator for Jericho Arts 2011-14. Achievements and Performances • Finalist of the So:To Speak Slam final October 2016 • Finalist Hip Yack Poetry Shack Slam July 2016 • Winner of Poetry Slam Online inaugural slam 2015. • Judge for The Big Choc Raw Slam, Camberwell Arts Festival, June 2015. • Guest Speaker and poetry performance at The Way Forward social care conference, June 2015 • Poetry guest on Hope FM Community Matters and Livewire radio shows. • Artfulscribe Showcase Slam runner-up, May 2015 • Rejector Slip Slam Champion, May 2014 • Guest Poet appearances at 451 Apples and Snakes, Buddhafield, Landed, In Other Words Festival, She Growls, Verbal Remedies Cambridge, Freeway Poets,The Chocolate Poetry Club, Speak and Spit, The Poetry Corner, Boscombe Revolution launch, Interpreter's House magazine launch, Verbal Remedies-Bournemouth, Artfulscribe Showcase, New Forest Folk Festival, Purbeck Folk Festival, Good Vibrations Festival and others. Standing on your lonesome in front of the microphone, the audience expectant, do you ever get the feeling that Clint Eastwood has just asked you: do you feel lucky, punk? Well, do you? Releasing your words, your song, your soul into the great unknown, hoping for a clap, a nod, a gesture of yes that was good. Luck may only play a minor part as soft as the tiny breeze of a butterfly's wing half a world away. To turn and speak and know the hurricane is coming takes a little talent, a little risk and a lot of work beforehand. To write and polish, to rehearse and give it some shine, to appear born ready, to smash and grab it. Thing is we want more of that. We want to be wowed by everyday people who hold lightening in their hands and perform from the edge of the storm clouds. Do you feel lucky, punk? I don't. I have to make myself sit and write not waiting for inspiration to strike me. Sit and write. Practice, polish and shine. I use creative writing exercise to stretch, to aim further, to caress words into the shape of my thoughts.Write.Write.Write.Edit. Rewrite, craft. Ebb and flow. Create and forge. Polish, polish, polish. The new stuff needs time to grow. Read more, choose your fave sentence or even a random sentence and use it as a starting point. Allow yourself to write absolute shit. Remember, you enjoy writing.


YouTube video on : Murder Last night, limping, I walked. All the way to the edge of myself, scheming how to get out of this hellish crab bucket, these last 10 years corroding the alloy - slag of an ordinary day. It felt cold. My gun stashed into the the back of the wheelhouse. Hands shaking, I saw the tears stammering behind your eyes when I winched the rope out. From that moment, there was no going back. The fear, like a crouching adder, coiled around your lips, inviting you to kneel. Hands behind your back, I said, forcing a black hood over your head. It was tender, the two shots to the back of the neck, one to the heart, twisting my ankle, shoving you off the ship, I felt a kiss on my cheek, you floating away. Free, I cried. A kiss on your cheek, me, floating away free. You cried twisting your ankle, shoving me off the ship. I felt the two shots to the back of the neck, one to the heart forcing a black hood over my head. It was tender, inviting me to kneel, hands behind my back. You said, like a crouching adder coiled around my lips: “From this moment, there is no going back.” The fear stammering behind my eyes. When you winched the rope out the back of the wheelhouse, hands shaking, I saw the tears of an ordinary day. It felt cold, your gun. Stashed into the crab bucket, these last 10 years, corroding the alloy - slag of yourself, scheming. How to get out of this hellish last night? Limping, you walked all the way to the edge.

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Word Maker

Fri 17th Apr 2015 19:53

Thank you. It was recently published in the Interpreter's House.

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Greg Freeman

Sat 4th Apr 2015 20:29

Welcome to Write Out Loud, Myriam. Enjoyed your striking example of a specular, 'mirror' poem.

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