"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."
--"De Profundis", Oscar Wilde
It's all in the image, baby: the ability to paint something more visual than a photograph in far less than 1,000 words. Mairi McClave's poems are simple, direct, and utterly clear: they perfectly capture detailed shades of emotion in their highly visceral depictions of reality, reminding us clearly just why poetry survives in the digital age. She makes art into a necessary and enlightening communication.
Mairi says, "Hello. My name is Mairi McClave and I'm 17 years of age. I'm a Washington, DC native, but am currently situated in the vacuum of Utah. I like words. The possibilities are endless when it comes to them. The control a comma can give, or the hyphen that with a mere dash adds "esque" or "ness" or combines with other words to create new expressions, makes me happy when all else fails. I've been writing since I was very young, attempting to form phrases before I knew an alphabet existed in letters to Kermit the Frog (I was a big fan back in the day). I vaguely remember having a poem of mine about mashed potatoes published in the fourth grade, but besides for school lit magazines, I haven't submitted any of my writing anywhere. Recently I've decided that I want to pursue writing as a career, so I figure I better get to submitting. So here's some of my stuff. ENJOY!" Drop her a line at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Mairi's works here at Unlikely Stories are:
The Good Girl
Old People Music