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About me - Melissa Uzumcuoglu

Passion and intellect walk hand in hand
when I write

MA in translation
MA in screenwriting & French literature
and literary translation

Perfect English/French/Italian/Turkish

Interest Fields:
Human Rights and Women
Arts, Music

Acted in several plays
Currently studying

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Welcome home
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COMING HOMEWhen he came homeafter years of wandering,he had a wishto forget where he had been.The thresholdof the place he called home,drew a linethat turned his pastinto a scar, a sign.Nine years were a deep woundand memory, a device, so useless,no more, no less.When he came home,he didn't sit on his couch,did not spend a se... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Feminine Divinity
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SONG OF THE GODDESS"Spring free"She whisperedHer hands were fastI could not see themBut I heard the notesInseparableThat made the musicWhirl from her instrumentReunitedAfter so longThrough our dreamsOnly a mother who dreamsCan birth the dawnOnly a mother who singsCan birth the joyA box made from fiber seedStood at her feetThe... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Science
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NO LONGER NEEDED(when a rounded belly becomes a crime)It's past midnight,samples of uterine tissueregenerate in a quiet laboratory.Meanwhile, the Earth has turned into a desert.Dressed in grey,a woman walks in the cold.She just stepped out of the labyrinthof chemical realityand is finally free to think for herself.She woke up... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Inspired by music
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BLUE (NOTE) MEETS RED(a few notes, a spiritual dimension)Intimate purple -a shadow and a light -birth an encounterat dusk.So falls the mask,allowing the blue noteto appear, revealthe weariness.Remove,innocently grooveto the soundthat bubbles around.Cutthe momentinthe superfluousoutthen, melodious truthand a slow heartbeatwill... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Broken & lost
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BITS AND PIECESSeconds before the end,like just before an earthquake,a dog howled and a flock of seagullsflew from above the roof.I felt it too, all over my skinand also deep within,digging, as fast as I could,to hide the treasured seeds,that would allow me to riseand grow from my shattered self,one day.Then, the whole world ... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death of a child
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DENIAL?Isn't this a happy sight?If you lean out just a little,from that window in the ocher room,you will see her sunburned faceas she plays among the trees in bloom.Isn't she a happy girl?You see, space and time don't matter,so you shouldn't be surprisedto see her tighten her tiny toesin her white sandals, as she goes.Don't ... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The accident
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SHOCK-CUT(in film editing, a cut that juxtaposes two totally different scenes to "shock" the viewer)Accidentally seenCar crashes and crime scenesTake overHer mindHer dreams -RisingFever, velocity,Violent fear.Many shocksDetonations -Bright lightsEndless screechingSmell of tiresSkin cutsWounds and bloodIn the lacerated -Night.... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The railroad
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THREE TRAINS(A bright color in a dull life)In a dimly lit, little room,colorless,packed withacrid smells,forgotten objects,anemic habits and faces,I discoveredthat everything looked the same:distastefully familiar.Night was fallingon the country roadas I walked,fighting fluttering feelings,until, under the red moonwas re-born... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pagan spirituality
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BETRAYED(a despoiled goddess still lives in us) In the uplands of Anatolia, her starlit gaze: she's a snake with her poison sneaking, speaking words that heal until, mysteriously she appears as a woman. Rooted and tall, immortal yet vulnerable, she gives birth and listens to the dead. Shedding her dried skin, like the lining ... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Looking in the mirror
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THIEF(Something missing in the mirror)There was no smileinside the gilded frame.Fashionable wall of solitude,the mirror forgotto show that detail.If she turned around,iconlike,could the eyes of strangersreflect a mere intentionno longer on her face?Somehow, she thought,the smile had vanishedbetween her frozen bellyand her fai... More..

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