POETRY CORNER
– 6/17/15
Maja Trochimczyk
The milk bottle is in the bag
but little Leo is smiling.
He likes watching the street.
He likes the music Mama makes
with those strange things she holds.
He gurgles happily at the sound
of the coins dropped into the box.
Maja Trochimczyk is a music historian that feels the music of the streets and flowers, and captures it in her poetry. She created and edited the anthology Chopin with Cherries, Moonrise Press, and is the former Poet Laureate of Sunland-Tujunga.
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Monica Fortin
objects in the museum
I hear them
a concert
of human feelings
echoing
Monica Fortin is a maker of fine violins and cellos, she lives in Washington D.C and travels the world including the Pasadena area, working and studying her art, always listening for the possibilities of music that objects hold within.
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Alice Pero
Half asleep
on my desert walk
a timpani of bees
inside their hive
wakes me upListening to coyotes howl
late afternoon
all thoughts of walking gone
I find a flute song
to accompany them
Alice Pero lives and walks on the edge of a desert wash in Sunland where she plays her flute to the howls of coyote and writes and reads poetry to whomever might be listening.
*Susan Dobay is a Hungarian Artist living in Monrovia CA. After many decades of painting large oil, acrylic and watercolor paintings she has created new image integration artwork. “Violinist at Lanchid Bridge” is an example, she used her own painting as a background, and integrated the photo she took on a walk, a violinist in front of the National Museum in Budapest. Susan also creates musical interpretations by combining her artworks as in the “Brahms Hungarian Dances”.
♣ We welcome and encourage your response especially in the form of short poems. You may reply by leaving a comment below.
The Poetry Corner is hosted by Kathabela Wilson.











lovely, these brush strokes!!
Thank you Maja, Monica & Alice & Kathabela for inspiration…
The milk is in the bottle
sloshing inside the plastic walls.
Listening to the howling of coyotes
amidst the hum of midnight bees
I grab a museum artifact
and blow human feelings
out of the flute.