All posts by Miriam R. Dumitra

When she isn’t writing, Miriam R. Dumitra can be found drawing, blacksmithing, contributing to theatre productions, or (currently) sitting in front of her laptop, attempting to write an author bio. Originally from Austria and Romania (and with a five-year stint spent in the Philippines), she has put her cultural and linguistic experience into practice by writing poetry, flash memoirs, and helping translate a German musical (Ruth – das Familien-Musikal) into English. She is currently based in Victoria, Canada, where she studies during the day and—predictably—sleeps at night. Brightshade is her debut novel, with its sequel (currently titled Indobalt Blue) in the works. More of her work (and an in-depth look at the Camorin Continent) can be found on her website https://miriamrdumitra.com/

The Big News: I’m Getting Published

Before I begin, let me just say that I am flabbergasted. Okay, perplexed. Astounded. How about… really really excited?

Some of you may know that I’ve been working on a YA Fantasy Novel (interim title: Silas’ Hill) for about five years now. I recently entered it into Fictionary’s Finish Your Novel Contest, and to my great bewilderment (okay, I used a Thesaurus for that one) I ended up winning. You can read the official announcement here if you like.

This means several things, which I have typed out here, partially to just see the big picture: Continue reading The Big News: I’m Getting Published

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Daily Prompt: Foreign

On a whim, I checked the daily prompt and found myself instantly inspired by poignant reminders of my experience abroad – how no matter where I go, I am simultaneously always visiting, and yet constantly at home.

via. Daily Prompt: Foreign

in a word, i am
foreign in the culture i
call home
a backdrop of canadian swamp
shot through with tropics
where the jungles roam

where austrian roots and
lost romanian language skills have Continue reading Daily Prompt: Foreign

The Tidal Zone

A memory of my last night standing in the salty spray of the Pacific before leaving for six months.

waves become kisses lipping at
the smooth skin of the sand gentle
at first rougher then rougher
until the surface breaks water
crests over the spray
knocks pebbles loose like little
teeth the tidal zone breaks open
rocks become breakers for the
waves Continue reading The Tidal Zone

[You’ll Never Hear Me Say It]

This is shaping up to be a week of strange juxtapositions. I had this poem ready to go Monday evening, but somehow couldn’t put the finishing touches on it until today. Boredom and distraction strike all too quickly, and yet, there hardly seems enough time in each day to get some work done…. Anyways, all this dreary stuff to say that last weekend was a delight, and so, for once, I’ve got a joyful poem for you.

You’ll never hear me say it, but I’m
glad.

part of me wonders:
what did I miss?
those few days spent together
turned to ten years spent apart
and yet, we are richer for it

Somehow our friendship survived
silence.

the death of a parent
the deconstruction of our families
the gentle growth of new life
friendships, bridges built
on a foundation once crumbling

You’ll never hear me say it, but I Continue reading [You’ll Never Hear Me Say It]