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Finis - Rose Kowaliw
Tryst - Noel Sloboda
Without Reflection - Noel Sloboda
What She Left Behind - Sloboda
City Tree - Laura Gail Grohe
The Dance - Stacey Dye
Finis
Rose Kowaliw
Rose Kowaliw
Reality storms
in through open windows like
unforgiving rain
in through open windows like
unforgiving rain
Rose Kowaliw lives in New Hampshire and enjoys creating original digital art as well as writing Haiku. She was accepted for a stay at the Dorset Writer's Colony in Vermont, and her poetry has been published in Weaving Women's' Words, Wild Minds, The Northern New England Review, The Keene Sentinel, and the New Hampshire Troubadour. She was a recipient of the Golden Poet Award. Her art has been exhibited throughout New Hampshire and New York. She makes it a point to spend time at the ocean as often as possible, for renewal.
Tryst
Noel Sloboda
Noel Sloboda
atop twisted sheets
a shared cigarette burning—
tears from so much smoke
a shared cigarette burning—
tears from so much smoke
Without Reflection
Noel Sloboda
Noel Sloboda
nightly ritual:
all alone with the mirror
a fake sober face
all alone with the mirror
a fake sober face
What She Left Behind
Noel Sloboda
Noel Sloboda
after a slow thaw
a piece of old wedding cake—
freezer-burn damage
a piece of old wedding cake—
freezer-burn damage
Noel Sloboda lives in Pennsylvania, where he teaches at Penn State York and
serves as dramaturg for the Harrisburg Shakespeare Company. He is the author of
the poetry collection Shell Games (2008) as well as two chapbooks: Stages
(2010) and Of Things Passed (2010).
City Tree
Laura Gail Grohe
Laura Gail Grohe
Roots pushing skyward
challenging man made pavement,
“You can’t stop me now!”
challenging man made pavement,
“You can’t stop me now!”
Laura Gail Grohe spent her formative years living in downtown Boston, playing in the fountain at Christian Science Center. She currently makes her home and writes her poetry in Greenfield, Massachusetts.
The Dance
Stacey Dye
Stacey Dye
leaves whirl in the wind
hues of crimson and gold—
autumn’s cotillion
hues of crimson and gold—
autumn’s cotillion
It wasn’t until 3 years ago that Stacey Dye began to seriously pursue the art of poetry. Her favorite subjects are nature and the human condition. Credits include Ribbons, Sketchbook, Mused, The Camroc Press Review, Touch, The Journal of Healing, Poor Mojo´s Almanac(k), Cafe Del Soul, Dew on the Kudzu, and others.
