Maria Stadnicka

Maria Stadnicka is a writer, freelance journalist and PhD researcher based in Gloucestershire, United Kingdom. She started writing at the age of seven and published her first poems in 1995. Between 1996 and 2003 Maria lived in Iasi, Romania and won 12 Romanian national prizes for poetry, as well as ‘Porni Luceafarul…’ - First Prize for poetry collection and ‘Convorbiri Literare’ publishing house, First Prize for new poetry collection, Romania. She was a radio broadcaster and member of the literary group Club 8, Iasi, Romania. In 2003, Maria moved to England and in 2010 she became a member of the Stroud Writers Group, Gloucestershire. She read poetry in Abergavenny, Edinburgh, London, Oxford, Bristol, Cheltenham, Plymouth, Stroud, Stourpaine, Winchester. Maria Stadnicka published poetry in: ‘Wienzeile' literary magazine, (Austria), ‘Cronica’, ‘Poesis’, ‘Hyperion’, ‘LiterNet’, ‘Convorbiri literare’, 'LitMag' (Romania and Republic of Moldova), 'Dissident Voice', 'Angry Old Man', 'Osiris' (USA), 'I am not a silent poet', 'Your One Phone Call', 'Stride', 'International Times', 'Tears in the Fence', 'Amaryllis', Amethyst Review', 'Eye Flash Poetry', 'Litter', 'Molly Bloom', 'Noon', 'The Journal', 'The Moth', 'Shearsman' (United Kingdom), 'Meniscus', 'AXON', 'Social Alternatives', 'TEXT' (Australia), 'The Ofi Press Journal' (Mexico). Published anthologies and poetry collections: -‘O-Zone Friendly’ anthology, (Romania, 2002); - 'Pamphlet 15 – Change and Permanence' (Stroud, UK, 2012); - 'Pamphlet 15 – Trust and Betrayal' (Stroud, UK, 2013); - 'A Short Story about War' (Yew Tree Press, UK, 2014); - 'Stroud Poets' Pamphlet vol. I (Yew Tree Press, UK, 2016); - 'Imperfect' (Yew Tree Press, UK, 2017); - 'Exitus' (Smallminded Books, UK, 2017); - 'The Unmoving' (Broken Sleep Books, UK, Aug. 2018); - 'SOMNIA' (Knives, Forks and Spoons Press, 2019); - 'Bearings 2' (The Poets' Republic Press, 2019); - 'Uranium Bullets' (Cervena Barva Press, US, 2019). Follow on Twitter: @MariaStadnicka Copyright notice: © Maria Stadnicka, 2007-2019. All Rights Reserved. All works, writing, images, and information found herein are protected under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988. Any unauthorized reproduction or usage is in direct violation of the law and is strictly prohibited. No part or parts of this content may be reproduced, copied, modified, published, or constructed from in any way without the express, direct written permission of Maria Stadnicka.

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Selfie(sh) Culture

Study I, 2018

Study II, 2018

Study IV, 2018

Study III, 2018

Study VI, 2018

Study V, 2018

Photography: ©John Stadnicki, 2018

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Thought

Just before midnight, in the unpreventable moment

my mother woke up to give birth to me,

I jumped out and spilt her blood on the floor.

My first angry poem, scream at the top of my lungs,

in the pale room.

A dormant city blessed the muddy wreath above the cradle

and

asked me to keep the noise down.

Mother went back to bed.

The following day I learnt to

write on white walls with red letters.

Selfie

I can see how the white cables
come out of your pockets and ears;
you darling keep the headphones
around your neck
with the elegance of a pearl queen;
your bed socks are full of music,
they vibrate when you sit
neatly on your side of the bed.

Under my half of the duvet
I’m in need of sunshine so I look
at the weather updates
every five minutes.

Just in case I fall asleep,
send me a text darling
to declare how much you love me now;
the words you cannot say
when we look at each other
will appear tomorrow
in the printed newsletter
you forward to all your followers.

Photo: John Stadnicki

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