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My name is Ēva (or you can call me Evy) and while titles have their place, I’d rather not use any in this introduction. Like you, I simply desire to live my dreams while hopefully inspiring others to do the same.
Believe it or not, poetry wasn’t always a passion of mine. In fact, English itself wasn’t something I was even remotely good at for the longest time. Greek was the very first language I spoke and struggled with English well into the fourth grade.
As first grade approached its end, my well-meaning teacher recommended that I get held back a year. Instead of agreeing, my parents ended up finding a tutor for me, placing me in Special Education classes, and even hanging up a small chalkboard at our front door. Every time I’d go to school in the morning and upon my return, they’d test me on the week’s words for upcoming spelling tests. Thanks to them, my spelling skills became impeccable.
Come second grade, I became fascinated with the art of handwriting. Rather than trying to better grasp the language, I was more keen on crafting the perfect cursive letters. Art was my first passion. If you ask my mom, she’d be more than happy to show you my very first Picasso-esque drawing.
I went from lots of S’s (Satisfactory), N’s (Needs Improvement), and the extremely rare ‘O’ (Outstanding) to straight A’s once I entered Intermediate School. Needless to say, my parents were over the moon.
Before I knew it, I waved goodbye to my tutors and Special Ed classes. English was no longer a challenge, but I can’t say it was my passion just yet. I preferred Math, Science, and Art Class. Even Spanish came before English Literature! Oh, and you can’t forget lunch. 🙂
It was in eighth grade “when it all changed.” Ms. Lang-Driver is the teacher who awakened the poetic driving force in me; the poetic inclination I never would have realized was dwelling within me if it wasn’t for her amazing introduction to the realm of poetry.
She had us adorn the cover of an empty journal that would need to be at least half full by the end of the unit. My first poem was a Found Poem inspired by Tupac’s famous line, “Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?” Ms. D also had us stand on top of a sturdy, round table in the middle of the classroom to recite our literary creations. I hope to run into her someday to thank her and give her a huge hug.
I haven’t stopped writing since.
From that point until post-college (I majored in Creative Writing at Cleveland State University and received my B.A. with honors in 2012), I have immersed myself in Cleveland’s goldmine of a poetry scene, blogged my heart out, written over a 2,000 poems, started a poetry talk show and an independent press called Poehemian Press, published and have been published (and rejected FAR more times)—but none of these are accomplishments that I can take full credit for. Inspirational individuals have been there along the way encouraging me, motivating me, and believing in me. Those are the people whom I wish to praise—not what I have done, but rather, who has brought me here.
Here come the titles! Currently, I’m a Freelance Writer and Editor, mainly working from home on various online freelance platforms. And thanks to the power of the e-world, locale need not matter. I’ve made friends all the way in India, Switzerland, England, my place of origin (Greece), and more.
While poetry will always be that “epic love,” I also love reading my weight in philosophical books, taking nature walks, drinking red chai tea, going on epic adventures with my bike, drawing, and taking photos of nature—among other things.
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