David Kowalczyk
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In the hollow place
where frozen children live,
the colors of truth
are a cold little witch
named me my mine.
She is sinking
in the river of time.
Beneath a moon
full of hemlock and
the gray light of hunger,
the river moves
like a whisper.
David Kowalczyk lives and writes in Oakfield, New York. He is fond of Thai food, Canadian
ales, Maggie Mae Ryan, foggy mornings, and the geese that fly over his house in late autumn.
His poetry has appeared in five anthologies and over seventy magazines, including Maryland
Review, St. Ann's Review, and California Quarterly. He has taught English in Changwon, South
Korea, and San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, as well as at several American colleges, including
Arizona State. He was founding editor of Gentle Strength Quarterly.
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In the hollow place
where frozen children live,
the colors of truth
are a cold little witch
named me my mine.
She is sinking
in the river of time.
Beneath a moon
full of hemlock and
the gray light of hunger,
the river moves
like a whisper.
David Kowalczyk lives and writes in Oakfield, New York. He is fond of Thai food, Canadian
ales, Maggie Mae Ryan, foggy mornings, and the geese that fly over his house in late autumn.
His poetry has appeared in five anthologies and over seventy magazines, including Maryland
Review, St. Ann's Review, and California Quarterly. He has taught English in Changwon, South
Korea, and San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, as well as at several American colleges, including
Arizona State. He was founding editor of Gentle Strength Quarterly.
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Issue Two
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