Gala is a Russian Jewish mermaid from the Coney Island shore. She likes to fingerpaint and makes one hell of a sweet potato rolled crust pie. As a little girl in Russia, Gala mostly spoke in memorized children's rhymes. As a little girl in America, Gala used to make boys write "I will not bother girls" a hundred times when they came over to play with her. Gala discovered poetry when she made her first Valentine's Day card in fourth grade. She was also in love with her middle school writing teacher who had the kind of dress that buttoned up the front and allowed for sneaky peeking from the side. It was also very short. This was the teacher who told Gala that Emily Dickinson was a lesbian. Gala knew she wanted to be a poet.
Her poetry started taking shape in NYC's Urban Word mentoring program. There, she took workshops that allowed her to write poems about the glistening ankles of Hacidic girls.
Her poetry has also often taken the shape of her heart which is sometimes messy and dark but always beautiful. Gala now lives in a tiny town by a lonesome lake and she offers it honey so it will speak to her. A woman named Deborah Tall used to live there too and she touched Gala's poetry with luminary eyes. Even though Deborah has passed away, Gala knows she lives on in the fog over water and feels a light flow from her words that looks like her.
Because Gala is a love dog, she made a small chapbook called "A Prayer to The God of Love Dogs" In it, she placed the epic adventures of a girl fighting for magic in all its human forms. One symptom of reading includes heartburn which has nothing to do with eating and everything to do with hunger. She is now working on many projects... a peace festival, a queer immigrant poetry anthology.... You should message her and buy a chapbook or submit to the queer immigrant poetry anthology. If she is all out of copies, she might make a special book all for you- $5 -$10 sliding scale. Doesn't that sound exciting?
Right now, Gala is finding her way back to words. Her poetry shakes like tree limbs but she's heard that mangos are not far from falling out.
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