“Sad Woman With Shadows 3” © Edward Michael Supranowicz



I stood naked, reflected
in your eyes, dark as storm clouds,
on the edge of that cheap
hotel bed you, beast of prey,
ready to go for the kill.

Through the breaking, slatted
blinds the viscous southern sun played
on our bodies. A cockroach with wings
watched from the ripped jute
that once covered the wall.

After the boat had taken us back
across the lake you kissed my forehead,
left me there. Had to see your mother.
A brass band began to play.
I didn’t watch you go


Rose Mary Boehm is a German-born UK national now living in Lima, Peru. While her heart occasionally rummages in German, her mouth speaks Spanish, her spirit is playing in English, and she often has to look up a French word in the dictionary. “If I didn’t write, especially poetry, I’d probably be up for autistic in five languages.”

Edward Michael Supranowicz has had artwork and poems published in the US and other countries. Both sides of his family worked in the coalmines and steel mills of Appalachia.