Author Archives: stevieslaw

My poem, After Covid, is in the current issue of the Phoenix (Pfeiffer University). Here is the poem: After Covid I bought my mother a clockwith two fixed handsand a face that said“whatever.” And “whatever”became a catchphrase we usedwhenever. A … Continue reading →

My poem, Deadline, has just been published by Backchannels. Here is the poem: Early sun surprises.Eyes like ground glassand my handasleep on the keyboard. Remember the summerbefore working papersat your uncle’sbungalow colony. The murky lakeand an old woven basketfor a … Continue reading →

I’m very pleased to have my poem, Looking for America,” in the 2023 print issue of the Clackamas Literary Review. Here is the poem: Looking for America Let us bebest friendsone last time— roll out the oldFordand take that tripwe … Continue reading →

I have three poems on Literary Yard today.Here are the poems: K We knew back thenyou would nevergrow old.Did you? Today nature threwa January thawas if in rehearsal for spring.It is a time to take stock—kick off your shoesput up … Continue reading →

My poem, Doo-wop, is in the Winter 2023 issue of the Remington Review. Here is the poem: Doo-Wop The temperature droppedtwenty degrees last night. Trees stood full green—stunned past blushing, and on the college lawnhoarfrost replaced the sunbatherswho walked the … Continue reading →

it’s been a good morning. Congratulations. We have chosen your manuscript, BROOKLYN, as the winner of the 2022 Sinclair Poetry Prize. Barbara Bergmann, Editor (she/her) Evening Street Press & Review2881 Wright StSacramento, CA 95821http://www.eveningstreetpress.com

I’ve fallen way behind. This was published in The Evening Street Review a month or so ago. Strondes When we were eight Eddie and I would ride our bikes to Canarsie Pier. It was before the landfill in Jamaica Bay … Continue reading →

My poem, Mom, is in Issue 9 of call me [ ]—call me [ when you get home] . U of Alabama Creative Writing. Here is the poem: Mom lived to 97on “curl your hair”coffeeand a carton of smokes a … Continue reading →

My poem, Colt 45, is in the current issue of Sheila-Na-Gig. Here is the poem: Colt 45 At six,I shed baby teethso regularlyI whistledwith every word. The third weekof first gradewe hadshow-and-telland the local ragamuffins, captive in their Sunday best,brought … Continue reading →