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;

Palm to palm, Harpo and Lucy –

Twin clowns in squashed hats and pre-ColumboLondonFogs –

Stare in muted amazement at the living mirrors they have become.

Synchronized suspicion glides through four sun-spotted eyes

Like a pearl drifting in honey,

Then evolves into the delicate delight of Narcissistic recognition.

They wind themselves into tight springs,

Watching each other with enamored intensity,