Rare Spotlight: Tzynya L. Pinchback

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If interesting were a writer, then it'd be called Tzynya on the sixth day, and on the seventh day, it'd rest.  The untameably eccentric side of me was immediately overjoyed when I came across the musings of Tzynya L. Pinchback.  She is a mimosa-sipping, Billie Holiday listening, confetti lentils stew cooking, passion poetry writing good time, all rolled into one.  'Out to sea' vessel, home seeking gypsy who is a testament to determination, she simply enjoys adding a little pizzazz.  The author of several poetry chapbooks, it is my pleasure to introduce Ms. Tzynya L. Pinchback. 





Questions:
1) Name/ Stage Name
Tzynya L. Pinchback or simply Tzynya or Hey Girl.

2) Current City/Hometown
In Atlanta, but not of Atlanta/California native all day!

3) Right now, you are (literally)...
Totally freaking out that my book releases in less than a week and hoping people will at least enjoy it.

4) When did you fall in love with poetry?
I am still courting poetry, not ready to make a commitment. At present we're shacked up in a subsidized apartment with free cable and an ice chest for a fridge, but the wood floors don't scuff easily, and poetry is a good romp after a long day.

5) Describe yourself in one paragraph
I'm short. People are suprised to learn that about me. Apparently I write like a tall person (how does a tall person write, I don't know?). I have very thick eyebrows - like a monster or something - that I tame with wax and persistence. I really like love poems, good love poems, especially those written by Pablo Neruda. I love cats, and believe dragonflies are actually mechanical GPS tracking devices created by the CIA. I'm neurotic as hell and should probably be medicated, but I try to be a good person, and an even better friend.

6) Five years ago, you were.....
Leaving the heartland for the heart of dixie. Suitcase stuffed with a road atlas, bootleg CDs, old loves and a new narrative.

7) Five years from now, you want to be.....
Picking out pillow shams for my daughter's dorm room, teaching and capturing stories, retiring my bra, living somewhere with snow. In love.

8) Your entire day is ruined unless you can.....
Hear my daughter's laugh.

9) If you were a color, which would you be, and why? (Lol..I had to throw in one of these type questions)
I would be a few colors. Red, because I am quick to emotion, and the color red seems quick and dirty to me (sometimes that's a good thing); Pink because it's dainty and pretty and sweet and it reminds me of being a girl when my bedroom was a sea of chiffon and ruffles and lace, and I feel safe there, still; Blue because it's the color of water and the sky and antique English china, and the hottest part of a flame. I am like a blue dress you hang near an open window to reflect sun or to make dry after a hard rain.

10) One moment in your life, when you were the proudest
Easy. When I gave birth to my daughter 13 years ago. It was the most lucid I have ever been, and I was present for it all. In bed in the birthing center - my husband on the other side of the room, my father in the chair next to my bed - pain curled behind me wrapping me around its fist. I was there for that. No drugs to take me away from any of it. I needed to be present for it, to connect to the priviledge of motherhood and to understand the miracle of life passing through me I had to experience that loop of pain. Then she was born and I was born too.

11) One moment in your life, which you regret most
I regret the leaving. I am good at leaving. I am good at finding a new place to plant a garden- like rows of corn and squash and butter lettuce and snap peas just growing wild in the footsteps behind me, ya know. No one to tend to them because I've moved on to another place. Yet, no place is home for me. I regret I don't know how to create a home anymore.

12) Write whatever you feel
I am ashamed, well not really, but sort of, how much I enjoy zombie movies and really cheesy musicals and show tunes. I lie in bed all night at times streaming nonsense on my laptop and it makes me completely happy when I should be sleeping or cleaning my house.

13) Links/websites/places where the readers can check out your work
My blog: www.tzynyapinchback.com
Youtube Channel: PoemsbyTzynya (www.youtube.com/poemsbytzynya)
Facebook: www.facebook.com/TzynyaPoems

I'd like to thank Ms. Pinchback for completing this.

She can also be found on facebook here:  www.facebook.com/tzynya

Here is a small sampling of an intoxicatingly intriguing poet.  Enjoy