Author Archive - Stone Soup

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THE GHOST OF FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY

Poem Published June 24, 2020 by Tatiana Rebecca Shrayer

Walking up stairs where Dostoevsky walked before, Looking through doors where he looked before, Sitting in chairs where he sat before, Mourning his young son Aleksey.
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SOMBER KEY

Poem Published June 24, 2020 by Tatiana Rebecca Shrayer

I open and close the same tall supple door, hang on my frozen gold hook, and wait for my life to change. I get placed into a large maroon bag and lie there, wistful and alone.
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THE WAKING OF SPRING

Poem Published June 24, 2020 by Tatiana Rebecca Shrayer

A sprout comes up, a raindrop falls, The shadow follows us around, The buds are born and singing too, The beauty of the spring is here with you.
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THE JEWISH GRAVEYARD

Poem Published June 24, 2020 by Tatiana Rebecca Shrayer

I made a journey from Boston to St. Petersburg to visit my forebears at a Jewish graveyard. On the way we stopped at a little bake shop with tired women selling day-old bread.
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LONELINESS

Poem Published June 24, 2020 by Tatiana Rebecca Shrayer

Imagine the loneliness of a crab . . . It takes its anger out by pinching swimmers’ feet. It hides under rocks, scared and shocked, waiting to be caught.
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FIRST TORNADO

Poem Published June 24, 2020 by Tatiana Rebecca Shrayer

On Cape Cod a leaden day Descended over the bay. Lights were flickering in the church, The wind ripped through the birch, The rain tore through the cloud, Thunder and lightning came around.
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HOPE

Poem Published June 24, 2020 by Tatiana Rebecca Shrayer

Hope is a friend or maybe a foe. It carries me across the treacherous ice and the darkening sky. It watches me with glistening eyes knowing me better than I.
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THE FISHING BOAT

Poem Published June 24, 2020 by Tatiana Rebecca Shrayer

On a cloudy Monday morning Bearded fathers with children Trekked to the docks Carrying plastic buckets And beat-up coolers To store the catch. As we boarded the rust-eaten boat I, a nine-year-o...
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SHELL WORDS AT FOREST BEACH

Poem Published June 23, 2020 by Tatiana Rebecca Shrayer

This shell reminds me of a tiny gold rose. Shaped like a broken spiral staircase, Outside it feels like a soft young chestnut, Inside it shines like a sunset over Nantucket Sound.
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RIDING TO THE CAPE ON A FRIDAY EVENING

Poem Published June 23, 2020 by Tatiana Rebecca Shrayer

It was a hot and windy evening When we were driving to Cape Cod. All I could do was chew a piece of gum; I was so bored my head was spinning. But then my window started to turn Into the most incr...
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