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A Winter Nap - Susanna Hargreaves
Midnight - Susanna Hargreaves
Together - Andrew Punk
In Winter - Deana Prock
We Are All Dancers - Deana Prock
On guard! - Virginie Colline
The Birthday Cake - Virginie Colline
The Librarian's Tea - Virginie Colline
Christmas Eve - Rose Kowaliw
Lilith - Rose Kowaliw
Winter's Canvas - Rose Kowaliw
Winter Nights - Rose Kowaliw
Christmas - Rose Kowaliw
The Gift - Rose Kowaliw
Susanna Hargreaves
Surrounded by soft flannel
A sleeping dog sighs
Susanna Hargreaves
The wind whispers to the moon
Wind chimes and magic
Susanna Hargreaves is an educator, writer, and mother of three enchanting children from New Hampshire.
Andrew Punk
We slip and tumble on ice
Hands meet under snow
Andrew is a college student from New Jersey. When he's not studying or working he enjoys classic literature, pop music, and a good football match. This is his first published poem.
Deana Prock
Snow conceals our tiny roof—
Your arms blanket me.
Deana Prock
Graceful limbs, peaches and cream…
The mosh pit is mine.
Deana Prock lives in Brooklyn, NY where she is currently writing her Master's Thesis at Mercy College. She shares her space with one man, two narcoleptic cats and a very abused laptop. She has work published or forthcoming in BloodLotus, Full of Crow, and Rufous City Review. Her other creative outlets include the baking of bread and seriously divine red velvet cupcakes.
Virginie Colline
two kids cross green lollipops
on a station bench
Virginie Colline
the last candles on the cake
refuse to go out
Virginie Colline
inside the librarian's mug
the deep shades of brown
Virginie Colline is a French translator living in Paris. Her poems have been published in The Scrambler, Everyday Other Things, Haiku Journal, The Scarlet Sound, TrainWrite, among others.
Rose Kowaliw
Diamonds sparkling in the sky
Candles in the snow.
Rose Kowaliw
her delicate, white shoulder
like a silent bruise.
Rose Kowaliw
burnished snow-covered mountains
in storm-lashing hues.
Rose Kowaliw
Winter doesn’t affect me
Sipping burgundy.
Rose Kowaliw
Muffled by December snow
Peace on earth this night
Rose Kowaliw
When I walk into the room
And his tender smile.
Rose Kowaliw enjoys creating original computer art as well as painting in oils, both of which have been shown in galleries in NY and New England. Her Haiku and poetry have been published in a wide variety of literary publications. She lives in pristine New Hampshire with her family and spends summers at the ocean walking the beach at dawn searching for sea glass. "I am drawn to the sparse beauty of a Haiku like the tides are drawn to the moon."
