Nikita Gill is an Irish-Indian poet, playwright, writer and illustrator based in south England.^[1]She has written and curated eight volumes of poetry. Gill uses social media to engage her audience and she has over 780,000 followers on Instagram, one of the most popular poets on the platform.^[2][3]Nikita Gill Website

Gill was born in Belfast to Indian parents who had been living in Ireland. She has Irish citizenship and Overseas Citizenship of India. Her father was in the merchant navy. The family moved to New Delhi when Gill was six, and she grew up and was educated there.^[4]Gill studied design at university in New Delhi, and she completed a master’s degree at the University for the Creative Arts.^[3] She worked as a cleaner and a care-giver after her education.^[5]

Gill’s work was first published when she was 12 years old.^[4] Gill has published eight volumes of poetry, including Your Soul Is A River (2016), Wild Embers: Poems of rebellion, fire and beauty (2017), Fierce Fairytales: & Other Stories to Stir Your Soul (2018), Great Goddesses: Life lessons from myths and monsters (2019), Your Heart Is The Sea (2019), The Girl and the Goddess (2020), Where Hope Comes From: Poems of Resilience, Healing, and Light (2021), and These Are the Words: fearless verse to find your voice (2022). Her work offers reflections on love, and feminist re-tellings of fairy tales and Greek myths.^[6][4] She has been inspired by the works of Sylvia Plath, Maya Angelou and Robert Frost.

She wrote and performed her debut work for the stage, Maidens, Myths, and Monsters.^[7]She is an ambassador for National Poetry Day.^[4] Gill has appeared on the BBC, contributing to Woman’s Hour on Radio Four, Free Thinking on Radio Three, and BBC Asian Network.^{[8][9][10][11]}

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Pieces shared…

Book Title:

Where Hope Comes From: Poems of Resilience, Healing and Light

Poems:

Reminders to hold on to in despair (pg. 5)

Reasons to live through the Apocalypse (pg. 31)

A Lesson on Love (pg. 74)

Lessons for Future Selves (pg. 98)

Book Title:

Fierce Fairytales: Poems & Stories to Stir Your Soul

Poems:

The Fable in Thermodynamics (pg. 11)

Take Back Your Fairytale (pg. 63)

Nikita Gill

Where Hope Comes From

Who You Are

Great Goddesses

Why I’d rather be the Wicked Witch than Snow White

Kindness

You are a Miracle

Love in the Time of Coronavirus

Sorcery (W/ Melissa Dunphy)

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LOUD MOUTH POETRY JAM

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Michael Jasso – (559) 667-5650

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“Said the sun to the moon

Said the head to the heart

we have more in common

Than sets us apart”

From Let the Light Pour In by Lemn Sissay

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What we have in common is trying to make sense of it all. Peering up at the giant mystery from which we pull order, design and beauty. Sharing storytelling from the wonder.

“The universe is not only stranger than we imagine, it is stranger than we can imagine.”

— Sir Arthur Eddington, The Nature of the Physical World (1927)

One could argue we haven’t come much closer to being able to imagine the truth of everything in the last century. And yet we still answer the cosmic pull to try.

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“How long ’til my soul gets it right

Can any human being ever reach that kind of light

I call on the resting soul of Galileo king of night vision

King of insight”

— Galileo by The Indigo Girls

An opening prayer of sorts. An attempt to get it right. An effort to articulate the ineffable.

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“When we contemplate the whole globe as one great dewdrop, striped and dotted with continents and islands, flying through space with other stars all singing and shining together as one, the whole universe appears as an infinite storm of beauty.”

— John Muir

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From established writer:

LEE BALLENTINE

Poets operate on the level of metaphor and symbolic reasoning. We also focus on emotions, the non-cognitive processes of the mind. It’s only possible to communicate on a cognitive level if you share a basic platform of common concerns with someone. Communication works when you communicate about something both parties care about. Without emotion, communication is just an annoying noise in your ear.

Carl Sagan, author of the novel Contact, was interested in poetry. When he produced his science television series Cosmos, he included poetry and worked with Diane Ackerman—a great poet whose work I published in my anthology POLY in the 1980s. Diane was Carl’s poetry consultant for Cosmos and advised him on the poetry selections.

If we do encounter alien intelligences out in space, it’s highly likely that we will best be able to connect with them on a symbolic and metaphorical level. What will we have in common with them?

• Death, almost certainly.

• Some kind of relation to the enormousness and emptiness of space—their version of the loneliness of the explorer.

• Something corresponding to our experience of beauty.

Whatever aliens are like, the skills of a mathematician may be needed to open communications with them, but the skills of a poet will be needed to say anything they will care to hear or be able to understand.

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“Some celestial event…no…no words…

no words to describe it…poetry…

they should’ve sent a poet… so beautiful…

beautiful… so beautiful… so beautiful…

I had no idea… I had no idea”

— Jodie Foster as Dr. Eleanor Ann “Ellie” Arroway in Contact (1997)

Whether the subject is astronomy, theoretical mathematics, quantum physics, bio-chemistry or something along the lines of the humanities, it is often poetry that is best suited to bridge those gaps and traverse those expanses between us. To find commonality and community amidst our seemingly insurmountable differences. Poetry brings us together and makes us more happy that we are.

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“We have calcium in our bones, iron in our veins, carbon in our souls, and nitrogen in our brains. 93 percent stardust, with souls made of flames, we are all just stars that have people names.”

— Nikita Gill

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“Contemplate the stars. Each one gifted with its own glittering like you are.”

— Maxima Kahn

I have contemplated the stars, the planets including our own, as well as my own individual glittering. I have meditated upon the entire universe as well as my tiny place in it and I’ve brought four original pieces, written specifically for today to share with everyone.

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Order of Pieces To Share:

Flash Flood

The Night Sky

Remembered Well

Into the Fullness

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How do you do it? said night.

How do you wake and shine?

I keep it simple. said light.

One day at a time.

From Let the Light Pour In by Lemn Sissay

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You may be shocked to hear this

but I am not ashamed

My mother is my therapist

and Nature is her name

Silently assessing something’s amiss

always showing me why I came

Choosing to illuminate bliss

rather than on focusing blame

She allows me to ask the questions

helping guide me to the answers

I don’t yet know I seek and need

Aiding my breathing and digestion

while my heart is training to be a dancer

and my soul is somehow freed

Arriving armed with excuses I begin to wander

my therapist always intent on disarming me

My selfish shadow’s desire to conquer

far outweighed by spirit’s desire for harmony

She lassos, levitates and leads my dreams

my stampeding herd of thoughts she culls

She whispers and at times she screams

evoking and provoking as she pushes and pulls

My illusion of control keeps me from being free

letting go is the best way to advance

As I move with her she moves in me

teaching my tender heart how to dance

She is always available whenever I need her

I can call on her fixes day or night

As my vision’s a blur she gives spirited stir

and mixes me well with the light

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Written for:

SAGEBRUSH TO SANDSTONE:

POETRY IN THE PARK

WEDNESDAY, APRIL 10th, 2024

4–6pm at Crissie Caughlin Park

Stillness

There remain magical places left in the world where, If you are still enough, you can hear the distant echoes which may tell you stories you wish to know.

Along well worn paths, those less travelled, and where trailblazers haven’t yet been there are storytellers taking forms which blend into the land itself.

Looking up at the sky, listening intently,

through the calls of the Ruby Crown Kinglets, the chatter of the Robins, the songs of the House Finches, the alerting awareness of the Scrub Jays and the playful fluttering of the Cedar Waxwings we can hear the echoes of the ancient chants over the fire from the ceremonial processions of the Numu or Northern Paiute people.

Sifting the soil beneath the hearty roots of the coyote willow we can hear the echoes of lighthearted conversations of the Wašiw or Washoe people weaving the fibrous branches of old into vessels for serving feasts

Below the stones lining the river’s edge helping to provide flowing life to the region we can hear the echoes of blessings and prayers spoken over a nursing child by their

Newe or Western Shoshone mother who was doing the same as the river then.

Amongst the thorns of the woods rose, floating on the shifting wind, we can hear the echoes of those nameless and unknown longing to belong and be loved.

We observe the birds.

We trod the earth.

We lay our hands upon the river rocks.

We feel the flow of the water

filtering through the past

bringing us up to date.

We hear the echoes of their stories

when we are still enough to do so,

which then move us into action

by first moving us within.

Placing our own hands upon our chest

we feel the feedback of the child

who once lived in this same body

We hear the echoes of them wanting

us to live in more harmony with the land

in more peace with each other

and in more appreciation

of these aging stories

we are sometimes unwittingly surrounded by

That we may surround ourselves

with unknown strangers

who become friends

by listening to their stories

and remaining still together

That we may surround each other

with calls, stories, songs, blessings,

conversations and prayers of love.

♾️♾️♾️

Written for:

SAGEBRUSH TO SANDSTONE:

POETRY IN THE PARK

WEDNESDAY, APRIL 10th, 2024

4–6pm at Crissie Caughlin Park

University of Nevada English Department

https://www.unr.edu/english/people/gailmarie-pahmeier

The House on Breakaheart Road

https://books.google.com/books/about/The_House_On_Breakaheart_Road.html?id=PmyVDwAAQBAJ&source=kp_author_description

Nevada Arts Council-Nevada Poet Laureate

Introduction

The Nevada Poet Laureate

Nevada Arts Council-Nevada Poet Laureate

Farewell Address

A Farewell From Nevada Poet Laureate, Gailmarie Pahmeier

Academy of American Poets

https://poets.org/poet/gailmarie-pahmeier

Manzano Mountain Review (3 Poems)

https://manzanomountainreview.com/gailmarie-pahmeier-poem-4

Nevada Independent Question & Answer

https://thenevadaindependent.com/article/indy-qa-nevada-poet-laureate-on-promoting-her-craft-and-how-to-read-poetry

Reno News and Review

Nevadan to Nevadan

Our authentic voice: The Poetry Project asks Nevadans to pen poetic ‘letters’ inspired by the Silver State

NEXT UP ON THE MICROPHONE…

BIO:
Ms.AyeVee is an award-winning Afro-latina Literary Artist from Las Vegas, NV.
She is a woman of many hats with a passion for Poetry. Her work has been featured by the legendary All Def Poetry, Write About Now & Button Poetry. Ms. AyeVee has also been recognized by Las Vegas Book Festival, NPR & The US Congress for advancing the cause of literacy & extraordinary literary achievement. In 2022 Ms. AyeVee was selected as an official TEDx speaker for Las Vegas. She also runs a Las Vegas based poetry organization called, Beyond the Neon ( @btnpoetry ) that focuses on poetry exclusive events and community outreach. Ms.AyeVee is currently promoting her new poetry collection, Broken Silence.
Follow her poetic journey at…
https://linktr.ee/Msayevee

Writing Prompt(s):

Write in response to the title
“BROKEN SILENCE”

Book Link:
https://c54c26.myshopify.com/products/broken-silence

According to urban dictionary Broken silence is the silence that drowns a situation after hearing or witnessing something heartbreaking.

According to Collin’s Dictionary If someone breaks their silence about something, they talk about something that they have not talked about before or for a long time.
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Tapestry of Nevada Poets – Las Vegas Book Festival – Ms AyeVee (Ashley Vargas)

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Desert Flowers – Ted Talk – Ashley Vargas

Ms AyeVee

https://www.ted.com/talks/ashley_vargas_ms_ayevee_desert_flowers?utm_campaign=tedspread&utm_medium=referral&utm_source=tedcomshare

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Bruce Isaacson presents : Poet Ms AyeVee

(Ashley Vargas)

https://www.google.com/gasearch?q=ashley%20vargas%20poet&source=sh/x/gs/m2/5#fpstate=ive&vld=cid:e3dfbbc1,vid:mNQZXHj9mYU,st:0&vuanr=8

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MONDAY NIGHT POETRY: Spotlight Feature
Rundown:
March 4th, 2024
(Season 3, Session 10)
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3:00PM – Doors Open
5:30PM – Sign-Ups Open
6:00PM – Prompt Open
6:30PM – Mic Open (8 Slots)
✨✨Brief Intermission✨✨
Openers:
First – Pax Robinson
@flamingpaxalot
Second – Griffin Peralta
@griffinspiration
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Poetry Book Club-March Poet of Study &
💥💥💥SPOTLIGHT FEATURE💥💥💥
💥💥💥💥Ms. AyeVee 💥💥💥💥
@msayevee
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Event:
MONDAY NIGHT POETRY
Weekly Open Poetry Mic
@mondaynightpoetrynv
Since January 3rd, 2022
♾️
Created & Directed by JJZ
Poet Laureate @cityofreno
(5th – JAN/24 – DEC/25)
w/ @renobigartslittlecity
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✨SPECIAL EVENT COLLABORATION ✨
w/
Spoken Views Collective
@spoken_views_reno
Founder: Iain Watson
@amethyst_noir
(Established 2006)
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Hosts:
@2schae
@caleb.j.williams
@sidewayseightprojects ⭐️
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Venue:
@shimstavern
125 W 3rd St., Reno, NV
The Biggest Little City in the World
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