addicted

she speaks rapidly
this waterfall woman
words spew out of her
caffeine generated

drug – alcohol induced?

it matters not the reason
the words flow
from her macro-micro moods
pronunciations abound
emotions strained…pureed

furniture needs dusting
musty smells mingle with others
I will not name them
read my lips
fed up I watched

if they were goose down
covered in blood
I would be no less sick
but watch I must
this scribbler of verse

The Garden of Stone

Michael Benton

I thought some of you would like to see this poem I wrote after visiting The War Museum at Oslo. It was published by Finishing Line Press, a small press that publishes only chapbooks by women. They do a beautiful job. This one has sparkly endpapers and a satin ribbon book mark as part of the presentation.

 Editor's Note: Sometimes as we move forward, we want to remember the giants to set in motion our journey. This poem was written by Joe Fabel, one of the first members of MWSA and a book reviewer in 2004 and 2005.

I was invited to the room,

A place filled with people.

Editor's Note: We are posting the works of some of our original members. This poem was written by Joe Fabel, one of the first dozen MWSA members and a book reviewer in the years 2004 and 2005. Enjoy!

It is a look which doesn't find closure;