“Equ-I-pose” and "Lady Libertine" are the first two in a series of original poems for h-pem by poet Melineh Yemenidjian.

We’ve all heard the toxic trope of the "mad artist," who depends on instability for inspiration. But Melineh Yemenidjian takes a different approach—seeking to flip instability on its head through the restorative power of her words. “Equ-I-pose”—the first in a series of original poems for h-pem—is about finding balance and healing.

In the past week, I’ve read Melineh’s poem at least a dozen times—each time, discovering something new. I was initially struck by the title, "Equ-I-pose." The word “equipoise” implies a “balance of forces or interests,” an equilibrium of sorts, but this isn’t equipoise, and with three letters on the left side and four on the right, it isn’t quite balanced either—at least, not in the literal sense.

In true experimental form, Melineh takes liberties with size, punctuation, spacing, and symbols—coloring her letters, making them louder, stronger, and at times, sitting in direct conflict with the assumed meaning of a word. "Little," for example, is about six times larger than every other word in the poem. "Equ-I-pose" is a performance on paper—or (computer) screen, but whether intentional or not, the lack of pretension (or "poise") makes way for the word "pose" to pirouette on to the page.

And it all makes sense. Balance is an integral part of dance, and art as a whole.

The alchemy of idiosyncrasy

When we speak, I ask Melineh about her poem. “It was my inner voice giving me assurance that all balance will be restored soon,” she explains. She calls the work "prophetic" because writing it triggered a stream of clarity that continues to run free. “It’s kind of like the sun poking through, saying ‘here’s the light.’” I could almost see her smiling through the phone.

Her style, free-form—in its truest sense—is reminiscent of renowned avant-garde poets, such as ee cummings, who famously shunned conventional punctuation, phrasing, and syntax, using words like “because” as nouns and the pronoun ‘i” in lowercase. Fittingly, he is one of Melineh’s favorite poets. “I love the way he uses punctuation and form. He is so completely free, and at the same time, very controlled. That is what I strive to get in my own personal world,” says the young poet.

Along with balance, poetry has served as a safe space for Melineh to connect deeper and find her truth. “It doesn’t judge me,” she states before adding, “you know that journey that Santiago goes on in the Alchemist? I feel like I’ve had a similar quest through poetry. I’m not on a crusade but a journey!”

What’s next?

“Everything in life either compresses or releases energy. This morning, I woke up with this beautiful clarity, from a very high energy place. I’ve been creating a lot lately.” And some of those creations will make their way to our platform, but Melineh clarifies, no two of her poems are the same style or formatting. Her next h-pem submission, titled "Lady Libertine," has a more romantic tone, similar to the style of British poet, Alfred Tennyson. She’s also been inspired by the brilliance of contradictory poet, Welshman Dylan Thomas.

As we end our chat, Melineh states that she looks forward to “a very fluid and enlightening relationship” with us. The feeling is mutual!

Read 'Equ-I-pose' and 'Lady Libertine' below

Equ-I-pose

By: Melineh Yemenidjian



I wallow in /walls

{between wedges of stone}

little do I k+no+w

the more I crumb;le,

the closer < I am>

to the pin(hole)s of liGHt

er/upting from erosi*on

making way? for [email protected]

so I may |perfect] the tools

to build SomeThing better



Lady Libertine

By: Melineh Yemenidjian

No one has called me a libertine

yet I think the title fits

I want to live life, unrestrained

Often chomping at the bits

Moral tethers pull me close

to the life that is designed

to manage women in the throes

of passion, thriving in divine

I have a man and child

who depend on me at home

but my soul is without care

and wants to freely roam

I am pulled apart by mortal coil

tossed by tempests of my past

to contrive meaning from the toil

and realign the cast

The northern star is my direction

most nights while I sail into night

but wanderlust roils in my bones

when tempted with delight

