An interview from Poetry Life & Times by Sara Russell, Editor
About me
Bio: Victoria Chames lives and

I've lived for a while. I've been a wanderer, a seeker, a flower-child, a thinker/dreamer, artist, poet, working-wife/ Telephone Company clerk/ salesgirl, fashion model (for a minute) photographer, teacher, firefighter and emergency medical field and hospital E.R. caregiver. But none of those things really defined me, even if they contained me for a while. They just set the challenge of the hour, marked the places on the path. They were how I learned things.

I loved to write as soon as I learned how to. At six, I was totally wowed with words, loved how you could make things out of them. I collected them like seashells, wrote them down in little notebooks and hoarded them. At six and a half I decided, "I'm going to be a writer and write books." I also wanted to be a jockey and ride racehorses.

But I got busy doing some other things, grew up, went to college to be an artist, got married and handed over my life to someone else, and spent a few years supporting him through graduate school. I was the woman, so of course I gave up my career goals for the sake of his. Women did that then, especially Southern women.

After my divorce, I set out to find a life of my own, beyond the shadowy periphery of his, and my life became a zig-zag trajectory. I had a lot of adventures, made a lot of mistakes, and finally 30 years and several careers later, I made the commitment to writing. I never did get to do the racehorse-jockey thing.

Through the hardest times, my "dark nights of the soul," I turned to the empty page when there was noplace else to go and no one else to tell. I wrote in secret. In times so bad that I could not even speak, I wrote poetry, and what I wrote began to tell me who I was.

It was not who I wanted to be. To the waiting page I poured out my loneliness, my regret, my despair at the life I had made, and my fragile hopes for something more. Poetry was my roadway back, my refuge, my therapy, my one true mirror, my small voice singing in the silence, and ultimately, my salvation.

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Victoria's artwork can be seen at http://www.victoriachames.com Some poetry can be seen at http://newpoets.darkhorsepress.com

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