Poems By Beth Stolar
by tight satin flesh.
In pasture green
the red petals
Kneaded the dirt
In dreamy musk
felled into an abyss.
Where the sun meets a sickle moon
and I wrap your limbs
around a trellis with care.
Only to pierce my finger
so it bleeds.
And I console it
with my lips
as I would you
and the thorns
Beth Stolar Kehayes has been writing since childhood. After a
twenty year hiatus from the discipline, she has been making up
for lost time since 2006. She has a Bachelor of Fine Arts degree
from The College of New Jersey, USA with a concentration in
water color painting and photography. Her poetry has been
featured in numerous publications, e-zines and print including
Tipton Poetry Journal and upcoming works in La Fenetre. A
collaborative book with fellow poets is slated for late 2007.
Beth is currently Co-Editor of Flutter Poetry Journal. She is an
enthusiastic gardener, living along the water in New Jersey with
her beautiful family and enjoys classical piano study.