|Harris Tobias lives and writes in Charlottesville, Va He has had poems published in Literal Translations He is the author of two detective novels and numerous children’s books His first detective novel, The Greer Agency, is due to be published by ATTM Press this Spring.|
The following work is Copyright © 2010, and owned by Harris Tobias and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
Damn Leaves I raise my wooden sword to rally them This way boys, into the fray Deserting their positions they are down
Hold your places, men, stand fast
Soon there will be nothing to stop the cold The summer soldiers are fallen and fled A cold wind slices through bare limbs
The Mermaid’s Kiss
Her eyes were luminescent fish
|Maja Trochimczyk is a poet, music historian, and non-profit director born in Poland, educated in Poland and at McGill University in Canada (Ph.D , 1994), and living in Los Angeles, California (www.trochimczyk.net) She published four books of music studies (After Chopin, 2000; The Music of Louis Andriessen, 2002; Polish Dance in Southern California, 2007, and A Romantic Century in Polish Music, 2009), two books of poetry illustrated with her photographs (Rose Always and Miriam’s Iris, 2008), hundreds of peer-reviewed and popular articles, and poems in Magnapoets, poeticdiversity, San Gabriel Valley Poetry Quarterly, Quill & Parchment, Ekprasis, and anthologies, chapbooks and blogs by Poets on Site and othe rs Her most recent project is Chopin with Cherries, an anthology of poetry celebrating the 200th birth anniversary of Fryderyk Chopin (1810-1849).|
The following work is Copyright © 2010, and owned by Maja Trochimczyk and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
“Look at me”
– inspired by Ella Fitzgerald’s “Misty” and a Sunday drive to a Buddhist peach orchard
the dark honey of Ella’s voice
The bike stopped at the red light The biker looked at me intently All in black leather, he did not seem familiar
The light changed to green I was touched
I knew he realized who I was,
The country road led me towards live oak