Author Archives: stevieslaw

My poem, Zeus Redux, is up at the New Verse News. Here is the poem and a link to the site(with a great cartoon). Zeus Redux We do it by ionizingthe radiation and shiftingthe polarization of the earth’smagnetic core millions … Continue reading →

My poem, Poker, was just published by New World Writing. Here is the poem It is nothing to me who runs the Dive.Let’s have a look at another five.–Robert Frost in Dive’s Dive My grandma taught me.She wasn’t some namby-pambywho’d … Continue reading →

Many thanks to Clare MacQueen, editor of MacQueen’s Quinterly, for nominating my poem, Give Them All to Me, for the Best of the Net Anthology. Here is the poem: Give Them All to Me But if somehow you could pack … Continue reading →

My poem, Four Strong Winds, is up at One Art today. Here is the poem: Four strong winds swirl the gathering cloudslike vaporsfrom a witch’s cauldron. The road is out, car stuckin a forest of hemlockbordering West Virginia. And as … Continue reading →

In the current issue of PA’s Poetic Voices: INCOMPLETE By the second weekI searched for an endingwithout real hope.Ran through the usual—birth death,youth old-agemiddle-age, angst,hoping to findsomething stirringI might useto closewithout a thud. Shame.The poem is packedwith gorgeous similes—ice like … Continue reading →

I have two poems in Pennsylvania’s Poetic Voices. Here they are, formatted correctly this time. IN THERE SOMEWHERE Truth be told, we bought the housebecause the gardenenchanted us. It stretched for 50 yards—taking a gentleslope down to a creek that … Continue reading →

I have two poems in the current issue of Pennsylvania’s Poetic Voices. Here are the poems: IN THERE SOMEWHERE Truth be told, we bought the house because the garden enchanted us. It stretched for 50 yards— taking a gentle slope … Continue reading →

Here is my third poem from the current issue of the New English Review: Seven Mountains At the top of this hillis the cabin we sharedwhen so youngand unworldly we thought that springwould last forever.It was beautiful here.How could we … Continue reading →

I have three poems in the June issue of the New English Review. Here is the second poem: Roaches Dad said the tenement shudderedwhen the furnace finallyflamed out.–It was 1 A.M on a FebruarySaturday, and by sunrisethere was no way … Continue reading →