"My White Cane Is a Magic Wand," was the very first poem I ever had published in a literary magazine. It explores the theme of sight loss and life with a disability. It originally appeared in The Drabble in February of 2018.
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I’m smiling today because my article, “How Writing Helped Me to Explore My Filipino-American Heritage,” was published in Captivating Magazine ! CAPTIVATING is a magazine that seeks to empower people with disabilities. The goal of the magazine is to show that people with disabilities, such as sight loss, can continue to live full and complete lives. I’m so happy to be included in this project.
In this article, I share about how writing my first chapbook helped to give me the confidence to write my first novel. The things that make us different are what can give us unique voices as writers. I hope you will check it out!
I have reblogged it here for your convenience but you will have to click the “read more tab,” to see the entire article. The article includes image descriptions. There is also an option to have the article read aloud to you by an electronic voice.
By: Rev. Rebecca L. Holland, B.S. English Ed. & M.Div.
I was in my junior year of college when I experienced an encounter with racism that will stick with me for the rest of my life. One of my classmates took my journal and read it without my permission. When I demanded that he return it to me, he responded, “I don’t see how you think you can be a writer when you don’t even speak English.”
“What do you mean?” I replied. “I’m an English major!”
“English isn’t your first language. Although I have to admit, you speak it surprisingly well for someone who’s not even an American.”
“I was born in Virginia! English is the only language I speak!”
“That doesn’t matter,” he said as he looked directly into my eyes. “It’s not your language. Your language is- what is it they…
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It is always a joy and a thrill to have a poem accepted by a literary magazine. My poem, “What They Said When Io Ran,” was published by the Amethyst Review: New Writing Engaging with the Sacred. The Amethyst Review is one of my favorite literary magazines because it focuses on work that specifically explores the intersection of faith and writing. As a writer, this is one of my favorite themes.
I am delighted to be included in Amethyst Review and I hope that you will take a moment to explore the pages of their magazine as well as to consider my poem, which I have reblogged here.
What They Said When Io Ran
The sages of the ages past
Tried their best to lock away
The knowledge of what words can do
They should not keep them from you
They will try to chain you with meter
And clip your wings with rhyme
Say that you are not good enough
Because you cannot write like them
Because your iambs are trochees and your lines stumble on broken feet-
But they do not see
That you are writing a new song
They do not see
That a new language is required
To tell the world of how you were
………………But never silenced.
When Io ran, they claimed she liked the chase
When Daphne transformed into a tree
Rather than embrace her rapist
They said, how lovely is the laurel
And used her arms to crown…
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I would like to give a sincere thank you to the very talented author Maggie Jane Schuler for her incredibly kind and thoughtful review of my chapbook Through My Good Eye: A Memoir in Verse. I am deeply touched by her kind words. You can check out the whole review on her blog! (I've reblogged it here)… Continue reading Holland’s Poems Touch the Human Condition and More!
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I can run marathons write books lead a congregation and create entire world on paper. The one thing I can't do -is have a child. Lord, in your mercy, hear our prayer. My heart has been full of poetry lately. Ever since I published my first chapbook, I've had poems floating around inside my mind. When… Continue reading Poem: Heartbreak #InstaPoetry
The time has come- My dearest friend, The time, indeed, To fight. The time has come- My dearest love, Pick up your pen- And Write! -R.L.H. About this poem: I wanted to send you, dear reader, a sign of hope to start your New Year. If you are looking for a sign that… Continue reading A Poem for the New Year: “Write”