Did you just kill me with that poem? Quite possibly. I am only coming around now from being so entirely gobsmacked. From thinking about that garden of Eden, adored, worshipped and left behind. For crying out loud, Maya. Congratulations just doesn't cover it. What a joy it is to see you lifted up and known by the world. Looking forward to your next collection. Sheesh, you are a real find.
Maya, congrats on your fine poem's appearing in that holy grail, the "New Yorker"! I do have a question about the Thessalian trick--wouldn't the audience wonder why the actual moon was STILL in the sky? XO
YES, fair question!!! I think, from what I remember, it was a very well orchestrated trick with a sheet blocking out the actual moon. I’ll have to revisit my notes! 😂
I really love your poem, Maya. I read it once last night and a second time this morning. The whole night, I couldn't stop thinking about those last four lines. Some lines engrave themselves in the spirit as you read them ; this is what your poem did. I seriously can't wait to read the full book!! Once again, congratulations.
"My poem in this week's issue of The New Yorker." Does it get any more New York that that? How many people get to say that???" :o
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Well, you certainly brought the moon down this week! Full and fierce in the smooth November sky. And that last line is an arrow to the heart.
Thanks so much, Nicholas.
Did you just kill me with that poem? Quite possibly. I am only coming around now from being so entirely gobsmacked. From thinking about that garden of Eden, adored, worshipped and left behind. For crying out loud, Maya. Congratulations just doesn't cover it. What a joy it is to see you lifted up and known by the world. Looking forward to your next collection. Sheesh, you are a real find.
I feel like a celebrity whenever you post a comment, mary g. You KNOW how much I value your work and mind too. Thank you SO MUCH. xxx
Maya, congrats on your fine poem's appearing in that holy grail, the "New Yorker"! I do have a question about the Thessalian trick--wouldn't the audience wonder why the actual moon was STILL in the sky? XO
YES, fair question!!! I think, from what I remember, it was a very well orchestrated trick with a sheet blocking out the actual moon. I’ll have to revisit my notes! 😂
Oh, my! What a beautiful poem! I love the moon so much—and this Thessalian lore sounds like something out of this world!
Thank you so much, Ariees!
Lovely subtle poem, excellent exploration of language and emotion. Thank you. Congratulations.
Brava! Exquisite poem.
Thanks, Angela!!!
I really love your poem, Maya. I read it once last night and a second time this morning. The whole night, I couldn't stop thinking about those last four lines. Some lines engrave themselves in the spirit as you read them ; this is what your poem did. I seriously can't wait to read the full book!! Once again, congratulations.
Thanks so much, dear Dimitri! You know I’ll be cheering on your next book. 🫶🏼
Just beautiful !
Thank you so much, Teresa!
"a figment of that first imagination
set running..."
That's my favourite part of this gorgeous poem.
Stunning poem. “Your affair with my ankles is legion” and the last line. 🔥🔥🔥
GOTTA LOVE AN ANKLE 😂, thank you, lovely!
This poem is a stunner, Maya. I’ve read it over and over, just gets better. Looking forward to your new book.
Thank you, Carla. So nice to see you on Substack! Hope to work with you again someday. :)
Gorgeous work, congrats Maya!
Thanks so much, Veronica. LOVE having you in CWC. :)
It's been ages and this was a great great re opening. Thank you.
A wonderful poem 🤍
Thanks, Leila!!
Your poetry is exquisite. I am so thrilled and not at all surprised to see it in The New Yorker. Brava, Maya, brava! ❤️
Thank you, Sue Ann! Xoxo