Artist Biography

Yolanda Mora was born and studied fine arts in Madrid, Spain.  Her work can be found in Unshod Quills,  Up the Staircase Quarterly and on the cover of  “WATCHING IT BURN” by Mike Meraz (Dog on a Chain Press).

Artist Biography

Yolanda Mora was born in Madrid, Spain in 1973. She studied Fine Arts at the Universidad Complutense of Madrid. Writing and painting since  childhood, Yolanda’s motto is “Art Saves Lives.” Co-editor of the internet magazine THE STOLEN POEM, she currently is preparing an exhibition in Madrid, and a text-based exhibit alongside the world of John Rossi that will be shown in Ohio, USA. An extra on movie sets, Yolanda also enjoys the museum Reina Sofía in Madrid. She currently is at work on her fourth book of poems.

Yolanda Mora on Lipstick

Notes on Sonnets

I can roleplay a sonnet with syllables
That fit in boxes, mujer acurrucada en una caja,
Highjacking me, kidnapping me –
Too many mirrors make beautiful green egg-face,
And green is for hope,
The size is important, the syllables, and numbers, numbers.
I hide myself inside onion peels blankets,
May Day is your day.
I studied Spanish sonnets with their own rules, I think, I think.
I remember
Shakespeare, translated, so no rhymes or sounds or.
Everything.
Missed.
So
I try to make a sonnet out of this school storage:
First, I’ll read Shakespeare and count, count
the boxes, the pace, rhymes and all.
Fit into it, fit, fit, like Tori Amos did
when best seller was punk rock´n´roll.
So
my lover came by with blood roses
Or
the blood rose was mine, I am mean,
I am mean.
A hypocrite, unbalanced young lady
of a Shakespearean age of gold.
I fit in my bed, rough orange peel my sheets
and blankets: I sleep all day and
in the night you are all bright sun.
Art is a mirror, a Francesca Woodman photograph
so
you see your own faces, your sonnets; out of this,
a transformation like a fairy tale
and delightful to watch others’ horror.

YM

The Box

-on sonnets

I can role play a sonnet under the sheets,
Green egg-faced woman to be in boxes –
May Day is your day, like orange peels.
I hide inside these blankets, woman, missed,
Can’t deny the syllables, hopeless.
So, a Francesca Woodman photograph,
Art is a mirror and I am mean,
I scared people with my pace, my face
Best-seller rock´n´roll, as Tori did;
you can´t fit into this box, like a lover.
Trespassing , spazzing, god I am fat,
Fancioulla, green mirror for hope, my base,
If you all see your image, my Art’s hoses –
I fail all the time, like a falling star.

Yolanda Mora on Lipstick

Author Biography