David Kowalczyk Poems
- As If I Am Your Dream Here, in the warm white fog, our ...
- Ars Poetica Haiku
- A Time For Roses Touching them, you sense that beauty within...
- April Fools Spring. A great yellow stain. Forsythias burst ...
- Beasts In Shades Of Gray As a boy growing up on a poultry ...
- A Theory Of Snow Snow falls in a most disturbing way.
- Between Earth And Sky Across tombstones ancient, cobwebbed,...
David Kowalczyk lives and writes in Batavia, New York. He has taught English in Changwon, South Korea, and Quetzaltenango, Guatemala, as well as at several colleges in the United States, including Arizona State. His work has appeared in five anthologies and over fifty magazines, including California Quarterly, Bogg, Maryland Review, and St. Ann's Review. He was founding editor of Gentle ... more »
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As If I Am Your Dream
Here, in the warm white fog,
our smiles contain miracles,
miracles only an ancient love
could ever manifest.
My blood turns to wine.
The edges of shadow harden.
Time fills with tears.
Let us surrender
the sky we stole
from the gods.