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Sweeping Fossils | Barriendo Fósiles

sweeping-fossils-coverI am deeply honored to have my first bilingual poetry collection “Sweeping Fossils / Barriendo Fossiles” published by Glass Lyre Press (August 2016).

Mostly, I am deeply thankful to all my many masters and teachers of lifetimes that have supported me with their guidance and insights. Sweeping Fossils is the birth of life from the arid soil of the desert.

Those interested in the language of strange birds on Jacaranda trees speaking in forgotten tongues, you will appreciate this reading!

Praise for Sweeping Fossils:

“In the exceptional geography of Sweeping Fossils, both broom and desert embody a multitude of metaphors. Its desiccated landscape invites what survives to be discerned. What thrives is the keen perception of the poet and the duality of nature and felt experience. The desert eye sees everything – the men waiting for work on the unforgiving benches, the poet in the secret labyrinth of wax. What falls is swept up. And if sweeping-fossils-backthe poem is the broom and if the bristles are the fine filter through which we observe this terrain, then we are left not only with a sharper vision of humanity but an invitation to the terra incognita of her non-physical world. There is a sensual air too, the night howls of flamenco, white linen and jasmine, a “rogue wind” that moves through the reader asking us to witness life – to look with tenderness and not turn away when the sun strips the world bare and there are no shadows in which to hide.”
Lois P. Jones, host of Poet’s Cafe, LA

“In Maria Elena B. Mahler’s poems, there is always a hungry creature under transparent leaves. She talks of 3 a.m. in a surreal language, almost a code for insomniacs who stay up waiting for her next poem. I am reminded of André Breton when she writes of a scorpion who “retreats through the pores of stars.” Her words fall from your anxious face when you stare up at a desert sky, wanting all those silences to tell you everything. Her bilingual collection, Sweeping Fossils, is a must for those dedicated to late nights and “painted fog.” Personally, I want to cross that dry river in her short poem (all her poems are short breaths of beauty) “where snakes rest and laugh at my foolishness.”
~ Russell Thorburn, author of Salt and Blood

“In Sweeping Fossils nature surprises us with startling messages that are at the same time hidden and inescapable. Maria Elena B. Mahler has the rare ability to perceive these messages and to transcribe them for us in her dreamlike poetic voice. She can “write nature.” Deserts and reeds, rivers and ants talk to us in these pages; they take us to the essence of who we are.
~ Mariano Zaro, author The House of Mae Rim

Order your copy  of Sweeping Fossils /  Barriendo Fosiles on Amazon or here>>

THANK YOU! OBRIGADA! GRACIAS!

Red Earth Review: July 2016

red-earth-reviewDear Friends,

I like to share an excerpt of a short story of mine, “Ugly Red Shoes” (page 86), recently published by Red Earth Review (Oklahoma City University, July 2016). This story takes place in Chile in times when my country was a lot tighter than now…

I am very grateful to the editors of Red Earth Review for sharing this story with all of you!

“. . . By the time Elisa came downstairs to interrogate her, her mother’s nervous system was as raw as the lamb lying on the kitchen counter-top. She purposely dropped the knife and onions, creating a loud noise in the stainless-steel sink. Elisa stood back, aware she had stepped into something deeper than lamb stew. Her mother turned around and faced her with hands on her hips. Elisa looked below her mother’s firm breasts, afraid she might otherwise encounter a couple of blue lightning bolts.

“Maria Elisa,” calling her daughter by her full name as she did when Elisa was insolent or in trouble. “Aren’t you insistent! What did you want me to do? I had no choice!”

Elisa saw a couple of drops of water falling from her mother’s face. She was uncertain if it was sweat, tears, or from the onion.

“Do you really want to know why I made you wear those red shoes?”

Elisa nodded. Her eyes were round, filled with intrigue and surprise. She could hardly wait for the truth that so long had evaded her.

Her mother’s hands dropped from her waist. “Let’s sit for a minute and drink a máte tea.” She said exhaling a long breath. “I’ll turn the water on. Can you get the gourds and straws?”

After getting all the implements ready for their tea and putting the lamb to cook, both women sat at the round table in the corner of the kitchen. Elisa stared at her mother. She suddenly looked old as she held her face, which had almost disappeared behind her long, white hair. The only sound in the kitchen came from the pressure cooker. The steam from the pot fogged the windows and for awhile they forgot it was pouring outside.

“You were three in that picture,” Elisa’s mother went on. “It was not an easy time for us. I was twenty-three at the most, and pregnant . . . You know how I always liked to dress you with the best? All of you. In those days we bought your shoes in Calpany. Do you remember that shoe store on Picarte Street, next to the bank, close to the plaza?  . . . You probably don’t. It closed again. Anyhow, it doesn’t matter. Calpany made the best shoes in the country. They always made them out of leather and they had great support around the ankles. When Allende took over the country, he also took over Calpany, like many other factories during his regime. Calpany was forced to change their production . . . Things weren’t easy for your dad and me. We were allowed only one pair of shoes per child, per year. You were growing so fast . . .” Elisa’s mother paused as her voice began to crack. She took her eyes away from her tea and tenderly looked at her daughter.

Elisa returned a soft smile.

“Did you know your father’s lips used to swell like a couple bananas?” She burst into a nervous laugh.

Read the complete short story “Ugly Red Shoes” on page 86 and other wonderful creations and poem collection for the July 2016, yearly printed, Red Earth Review by Creative Writing MFA, Oklahoma City University.

 

Conclave (Spring 2016): Writing for Change

Dear Friends,

My heart is touched deeply because my short story, “The Price of Fruit,” was published by Conclave (Spring 2016). It is a true story.

I want to thank Lara Bernhardt and William Bernhardt, the editors of CONCLAVE inspiring art, literature, and the voices for change.   

This is a great opportunity to read poems and stories about change. Order your copy now and please don’t forget to leave a review after you have read it!

Thank you! Gracias. Muchas gracias!

Maria Elena

BorderSenses Literary & Arts Journal

I’m honored to have the poem “Gloria of Palenque” selected as a finalist among beautiful and poignant poems, fiction, and art for the anthology by Bordersenses, Volume 21, Fall 2015.

The juror for the poetry contest was Luis Alberto Urrea. The poetry contest winners were Natalia Trevino, Leslie Marie Aguilar, and Kate Kingston. Bravas!!!

BordersensesGloria of Palenque 
 
She would not give birth again 
under the palm tree roof 
of her cabaña. She would not stand 
 
one more day in dirt, digging,
her knuckles pitted against masa,
and watch her five children do the same.
 
She would not look at the only future
or her oldest son: a taxi driver 
for the small village in Palenque.
 
Eight times she walked across the border—
the weight of each step buried
in sand, her breath held as long as she could.

Read the entire poem and collection in Vol 21 here>>

Fredericksburg Literary & Art Review

Special thanks to A.E. Bayne, editor-in-chief for the Fredericksburg flrLiterary & Art Review (Fall 2015), for publishing my poem Down the Orinoco, a very personal and close poem to my heart.

Down the Orinoco

I wanted to run to cascades of falling
rain under the cloak
of Amazon leaves and
peel mangoes with our teeth
down the Orinoco.
I wanted to present your face
to the Inca Sun
so when your name was sung by the long-beak toucan
we could fly south with the sparrows
and take refuge under the bells
in La Plaza de San Martín.

Read more about this issue and the poem Down the Orinoco on page 114:

Fredericksburg Review

 

Under The Radar Magazine in the UK

Nine Arches Press

Under the Radar Magazine, Nine Arches Press, Maria Elena B. Mahler

I am thrilled and honored to have two poems published by Under the Radar Magazine, the flagship publication at Nine Arches Press in the United Kingdom.

“:What the Wind Abandoned”  and “What Was I Thinking”

This magazine is always their best selling publications, so be sure to grab a copy whilst they’re in stock, or take out a great value four-issue subscription!

Buy your copy here

Poetry Editors: Jane Commane & Matt Merritt

Reviews Editor: Maria Taylor

Under the Radar Issue 15 (Summer 2015) is out now and features:

new poetry by: Shanta Acharya • Michael Bartholomew-Biggs • Clare Best • Annie Brechin • Alan Buckley • David Calcutt •Helen Calcutt • Neil Campbell • Barbara Cumbers • Gram Joel Davies • Rich Goodson • Mark Goodwin • Norman Hadley • Stuart Henson • Tania Hershman • Sarah James • Tess Jolly • Wendy Klein • Pippa Little • Maria Elena B. Mahler • Rachel Mann • Pat Marum • Martin Monahan • Rennie Parker • Stephen Payne • Ilse Pedler • Stuart Pickford • Wendy Pratt • Peter Raynard • Kevin Reid • Karl Riordan • Jacqueline Saphra • Sue Spiers • Ruth Stacey • William Stephenson • Louise Warren • Bogusia Wardein • Alice Willington

Plus Original Short Fiction by:

Jane McLaughlin • Brindley Hallam Dennis

Plus reviews and articles. What will you discover?

Purchase or subscribe to Under the Radar magazine here if you like>>

Mapping the Artist: Maria Elena B. Mahler

Colorado Boulevard

An interview with Maria Elena B. Mahler, an autobiographical writer, editor, and poet of great sensitivity.

Maria Elena brings us along on her personal adventure. She makes her home in nature wherever she is.

By Kathabela Wilson
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A Telescope on the poet

I sense in your gentle, bright, and dynamic nature, a kinship with the earth, a simplicity and richness that is unique and inspiring, where did this all begin?

“I was born and raised in the South of Chile, in Valdivia, also known as The Pearl of the South. I spent many vacations at the small farm my great-grandfather owned in the outskirts of La Paz, a small village in the land of the Mapuches. Maria Elena B. Mahler. My grandmother, Muty, took care of him towards the end of his life. She worked in the large garden in the back that contained every vegetable and fruit one can imagine. We loved feeding the chickens, the cow, and the pig, and then we played all day in the mud. I admire her in so many ways and every day more. I visit her each year in Chile, where she still lives, at 94, content in the small sweet home she built herself. I make sure to spend time in the richness of the Patagonian coast surrounded by pristine native forests with ample views from the Andes to the Pacific. The South of Chile has been my home and, like Neruda, my connection to nature.”

Read the complete interview on Colorado Boulevard.net>>