Sonja
        Hristina
        Bjelić




Writer, birth worker & researcher 







Belgrade, NYC & beyond

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    Sonja
    Hristina
    Bjelić



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I hold an MFA in Poetry from New York University. 


Excerpted from my manuscript Ghosts I Count

War chases war in the quietude,
just as birth burns despite the body’s exhaustion
Childbirth is our battle Spero finger-painted
on a pennant I return to
in the seventh hour
where the body expels itself

Standing in the clearing of my own making
where the barefooted muse
asks what dislocated hour wakes me?
In this eerie stillness where we are but phantoms
will the poet’s mural endure the nightmare
of a decimated now, where mothers beget children underground
as the foliage cedes to occupation
and the wind is a prisoner in its native land

Our hearts are tentacles transmitting light
she says, language impregnates earth
and we are all children spurred from dirt
We wake inside a gasoline dream
and yet we carry the hazelnut between our breasts
I was born into the century of suffering
I was carried in on the ailerons of verse
I was carried out on the pine's lowly dirge

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Sonja Hristina Bjelić                                                   
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