Stella Jansen has written and published many poems and short stories in literary magazines in the United States, Canada and England.
She is currently working on a novel for which a Dutch publisher has expressed interest.
Furthermore Stella is a keen translator of English/Dutch - Dutch/English.
She has done judicial translations for law firms as well as other types of translations like literature, promotion and business reports.
She did translations for lawfirm Stibbe, lawfirm Abbema and Amnesty International.
Email: stella.jansen8@gmail.com
Snailmail:
Stella Jansen
Bovenover 79
1025JJ Amsterdam
Nederland
Phone:
00-31-[0]20-6344432
Laugh to keep from crying
“Anna, dear, you look good,” Sarah said flopping on a chair, “Look who’s here…hey, Arthur, you old fart. Hahaha! No, I don’t need your insults, stay away from me, get away! Oh Anna, before I forget, let me show you the picture.”
Sarah rummages in her bag. “Here they are! How about that!?” she yells triumphantly, “Haha! Yes, it’s me. Eighty-two and going strong! Do you like my bikini? Don’t I look great? A guy offered money for this picture.”
“Sarah, how could you?” A mocking sneer from one of the gang.
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Baby to be born
Like a flower are you
or maybe like a bird
sailing on the clouds.
I feel sensations of
fluttering wings of a
butterfly.
Your time is due,
honey-child,
me and you
are going to reach
each other
eye to eye –
and see and feel and
touch and smell and be.
The world begins anew;
my heart and yours are
close together:
thump…thump…thump….
Our souls and bodies will
become stronger and better.
Move inside me, you, unknown Light.
I’m waiting to meet you,
my true delight!
First Prize in the 1993 BAPC Poetry Competition, Berkeley,
CA. USA, published in 1994 BAPC Anthology 15, Berkeley, CA, USA
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Bamboozled
All around me
I feel beset,
I’d like to be strong,
brave, plucky
but it’s quite a bit to ask.
A stars blows to bits,
the sun stands alone,
the wind is a hurricane;
where does it all come from?
The wheel turns too fast,
the skies are too dark,
too little laughter,
fear breaks the heart
of lamentation and charge.
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Hindsight
Published in
Poems of the world,
Vol.2, No. 2, Winter 1997/1998
Palatine, Illinois, USA.
Of all the men I’ve left
I still love you the best.
Though I’ve hated you
at times so much
I was afraid of such
fierce emotion,
it’s you I think of in my deepest solitude,
you who fill my heart and soul with devotion.
Now that I feel life
falling through my fingers
like the white beach-sand,
I will treasure the good moments with you,
the passionate, pure, unconditional love
that still lingers.
I was your woman,
you were my man
and we walked together
for many a day.
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Inner Peace
Published in the Fall 1995 Issue of
Artword Quarterly,
White Bear Lake, Minnesota, USA
It has become quiet in the room
Everything has been said that needed to be told
Now there’s peace, turned inward
straight into my soul
And no more thoughts either.
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I’ve been there
My heart and soul are in this town.
I’ve seen all there is to see,
up, east, west and down.
It brought out the best and the worst in me,
my deepest moments of despair,
the highest peaks of ecstacy.
Fair,
bright Sunday noons, brunch,
bloody mary’s, a stroll in the park.
Dark,
three card monty, a push, a cutting
slash in the face,
cocaine lark.
Broadway, Gracie’s Mansion,
The 21 Club, limousines,
nickels and dimes,
God bless the meek.
Of the highs and lows,
Manhattan,
I’ve had my share.
New York, New York,
yes, I’ve been there.
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