by Ecem Yucel

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My beautiful book cover by my amazingly talented friend Fatih Yalın

So, it has finally happened! I’m a published author now! ^_^

Or should I say, a published poet, since my first book ever to be published turned out to be a poetry book? Yep. I created this baby. Yes, sir. I started writing poems when I was 9, and 22 years later, bam! Here it is! My debut poetry collection, The Anguish of an Oyster. By Ecem Yucel.


Free Verse

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Photo by Aline de Nadai on Unsplash

Time flows, scars fade;
we forget the bad things,
even the good ones
are occasionally remembered.


Part IV

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Photo by Adrian Dascal on Unsplash

Read Part I, Part II, Part III.


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Photo by Ava Sol on Unsplash

In the dark, I lie still.
Dwelling under the cover of the night,
the mystery of your riddle
consumes me.


Part III

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Photo by Adrian Dascal on Unsplash

Read Part I & Part II.


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Photo by Dallas Reedy on Unsplash

Last year on Valentine’s
we went to a Japanese restaurant,
“Cling, cling!” “Santé!”
We sipped cold Asahi,
and got to eat the dragon sushi.
It was the last time I’ve ever been to a restaurant.
Even when not quarantined,
an autoimmune disease
puts me in the high-risk group, you see.


Part II

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Photo by Adrian Dascal on Unsplash

Read Part I here.


Part I

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Photo by Adrian Dascal on Unsplash

As soon as Amber, you know, my roommate, entered the apartment, I could smell it on her, Ottie. Even though she knows I live there too, I guess she didn’t expect to see me lying on the couch, with a book in hand, welcoming her as soon as she stepped in. With a sudden, guilty-looking blush, she blurted out what seemed to be the first thing she could think of:


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Photo by Tetiana SHYSHKINA on Unsplash

I wanted
to look hard
to see traces of me
in you,
and fragments of you
in me.
So, I forced my luck
to get in touch with you,
to talk about life
and art,
and us,
since conversations can lead
to discoveries:
big or small.


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Photo by Sheldon Liu on Unsplash

You sit over there;
and I grab some paper,
a pencil
to catch the light to draw
a word picture of you.

Ecem Yucel

Writer of the poetry book “The Anguish of an Oyster”. PhD candidate in Translation Studies at the University of Ottawa. www.ecemyucel.com

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