About the Author
Maka Kartheiser (Kverenchkhiladze) is an author, immigrant, and a cultural connector. She recently published her fourth book, A Soul Divided, in the English language.
Maka published her first memoir, The Journey to America, in 2012 in Tbilisi, Georgia, with Universali Publisher; the poem anthology Soul in Space, in 2014 in Tbilisi, Georgia, with David Agmashenebeli, Publisher; and Laptopiada, a collection of her essays, diaries, and short stories, in 2016 in Tbilisi, Georgia, with Saunje Publishing. All three books are written in the author’s native Georgian language.
The Scent of Homeland, a collection of poems from Georgian emigrants from all over the world, includes three poems by Maka Kartheiser. She also originated the idea of creating such a book to showcase emigrants’ literary excellence. This is published in the Georgian language by Saunje Publishing Georgia, Tbilisi
She was born in 1970 in Tbilisi, the capital city of the country Georgia and experienced early life in this once Soviet Union country. She graduated from Tbilisi State University with a BA and MA in Arts of Georgian Language and Literature. In search of improving her life, she started to travel back and forth between the United States and Georgia.
In 2004 she brought her three boys to Chicago where she then went on to remarry in 2008 after being a single mom for eight years. Through great effort, Maka has worked to preserve the culture, language, and the idea of being "Georgian" alive.
Maka Kartheiser, cofounder of the Georgian Cultural Center and a representative of Women's Council of Georgia in Chicago, was awarded “Successful Emigrant Woman"”for her tireless care of Georgian culture, language, and values among emigrants and their families, on March 13, 2017.
Maka's Works (In Georgian Language)
Journey to America
Soul in Space
Words by Maka Kartheiser (Georgian Language)
Translated by Lia Megrelishvili
I would steal time,
I would get it move,
I would stop time
Or just sift it through!
Exhausted by counting minutes,
Like a heavy curtain, days fall
Awaiting the flutter of butterflies
The sun rays into the soul pour!