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Reading at Busboys & Poets in 2013

Part of developing resiliency is learning how to see all of our emotions as signs of something greater, and opportunities to be present with what is. This ode to boredom was anthologized in a later form in The Poetry of Yoga, Volume 2.  50% of the proceeds go to One Common Unity, a nonprofit which teaches  social-emotional learning to youth and families around the nation.

A jacked-up nervous system often leads to sleep disturbances, and I can roll with the best of ’em.  This ode to insomnia (scroll to the end of the post) was published in the Anthology….and love….. — with proceeds supporting poets who teach in community settings.

Those of us who’ve experienced trauma often repeat the cycle in relationships, and Optical Illusions, was my poetic attempt to unhook from a particularly difficult one.

If you are suffering a loss, this article about how yoga can help with the process of grief might be helpful.

If you want to try to integrate your yoga practice with writing, which has helped my creativity bloom and which can help you get through turbulent times, these tips are for you.

You can listen to me read the title piece from The Last of My Village , my chapbook which deals with the legacy of the Holocaust. (Warning, it’s a meet-up group at a cafe, with lots of ambient noise. But a great gathering!)

And lastly, you need heroes. Here’s a poem about one of mine called Waiting Outside the U.S. Capitol, brought to you from the awesome folks at Split This Rock, which fosters a greater role for poets in public life.

My Poetry Collection: The Last of My Village 

Winner of Poetica Magazine’s 2010 Chapbook Contest, The Last of My Village is a collection of contemplative poems that pay tribute to that which we all leave behind — neighborhoods, families, aspirations — in order to begin again.

The Last of My Village is available from Poetica Magazine for $13 + $2 shipping.  

Merging tender details with a searing historical memory, Yael Flusberg’s poems will draw you in and stay with you long after you first experience their alchemy. One of the unexpected consequences of this collection is that the reader wants to start the book again from the beginning, for yearning the pitch and the reverberations these poems carry.

Susan Weidman Schneider
Editor-in-Chief, Lilith Magazine