Author Archives: stevieslaw

Here is the third of my published poems by The Write Launch: Here is the third of my published poems by The Write Launch: What the Body RemembersIt grew back straight and softwith the texture ofmulberry silk. Surreptitiously, I searched … Continue reading →

I had two poems published in the current edition of The Write Launch. Here is the second: Fine Art After six generations in my wife’s family,we were selling the house,and I was assigned to clean the attic—told not to get … Continue reading →

I have three poems in the current issue of The Write Launch. Here is the first: A Turn Around Town I take the cobbled path through townthat I have walked for years.The streets are for the wary—ice strewn here and … Continue reading →

I have a second poem in the Schuylkill Valley Journal. Here is the poem: Sounding Off Most days my lifeis hijackedby the cacophony of everyday.All those quietthings I love— like raking leaves,shoveling snow,or sitting in the garden suncommuningwith the birds— … Continue reading →

I have two poems in the Schuylkill Valley Journal. Here is the first. What I’ve Been Missing It’s a two-parka morning.Bare beech branchesshiver in the considerable wind. Yet, I am out on my lawn chairin the back yard,head tilted to … Continue reading →

I’ve two poems in the current issue of Misfit Magazine. Here is the second: My Sister’s Memoir I bought the last copyout of the display windowat the bookshop on the corner,where your face had smiled at meevery time I passedas … Continue reading →

I’ve two poems in the current issue of Misfit Magazine. Here is the first and a link to the issue. Latkes I hand gratethe potatoes and onionsthough my friendshave switched to food processors.My grandma always saidthat without a bit of … Continue reading →

My poem, Looking for America, was made into a choral by the composer Marty Rokeach and recently performed (the choral was renamed Remembering We’re Are Alive). Here is the poem and the link to the performance: Looking for America Let … Continue reading →

My grandmother liked nothingbetter than to walk in the rain.On days when most were calculatinghow best to stay dry while getting from A to Bshe would don her old gray raincoatand even older brown umbrellaand walk a few miles down … Continue reading →

This first appeared in Word Fountain and was nominated for a Pushcart Prize. A friend reminded me of its existence. It’s been that kind of year. The Year We All Got Cancer Winter stayed.The April rain so coldit left blisters … Continue reading →