Author Archives: stevieslaw

A new poem published in Thirteen Bridges today. Here is the poem: Pluviophile Walking the steamy streetsof Alphabet Cityafter two days of heavy rain I hope will never end,the sidewalks smellof a city left behind. Friends lived here onceup on … Continue reading →

I have two poems in the current issue of Hole in the Head Review. Here are the poems: Vellichor There was a time bookstores ran for blocksalong 4th Avenue—the air outsideseasoned with mildew and must. Nowadays, you need a treasure … Continue reading →

My poem, Spice of Life, published as part of the Spices and Seasonings Series, on Silver Birch Press. First published by Thimbleletter. Here is the poem: Spice of Lifeby Steve Deutsch My dad was infinitely betterwith a knife and forkthan … Continue reading →

My poem, Memories, has just been published by MacQueens Quinterly. Here is the poem: Memories You have to train yourself,for they are fading fasterthan dime-store paintin the Florida sun. Surely, you knowwhat I mean.How tightly your grandmotherwould hold the cards … Continue reading →

I’ve three poems up on the Write Launch. Here are the poems: As ChargedThe jury found you guiltyin just an hour and fourteen minutes.Long enough for bathroom breaksand a single show of hands.Your public defenderadvised you to cop a plea,but … Continue reading →

My poem, In the Cards, is in the current issue of Sheila-Na-Gig. Here is the poem: In The Cards My grandmother read tea leaves in a storefronton Belmont Avenue. Outside, pushcarts lined both sides of the street,selling thimbles and twine, … Continue reading →

Syzygies There was a full moonthe night you died.You would have wanted that. When we were 8and 10, we snuckdown the fire escape one night to walkthe length of Church Avenue.From the first rise we looked outon the nearperfect alignment … Continue reading →

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 →