Below is another poem from my upcoming chapbook, “Home is a Sweater” that’s coming out from Finishing Line Press in June 2023. https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/home-is-a-sweater-by-stefanie-wielkopolan/ Berlin is a City of Borders Berlin is a city of twin bedspushed together at nightand a friendI no longer hear from. It is a city of grocery storesso efficient and bare… Continue reading It’s “Sweater” Sunday! (Berlin Edition)
It’s “Sweater” Sunday! (Black Mountain, NC Edition)
Below is another poem from my upcoming chapbook, “Home is a Sweater” that’s coming out from Finishing Line Press in June 2023. https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/home-is-a-sweater-by-stefanie-wielkopolan/ Snowstorm in Black Mountain, NC We shovel ourselvesout of the apartment,pack the dog,and drive downtown. Our small town,under a foot of January snow,is shut down,save for the Chinese restaurantwhere our take-out is… Continue reading It’s “Sweater” Sunday! (Black Mountain, NC Edition)
“Home is a Sweater” (Finishing Line Press Book of the Day)
FLP CHAPBOOK OF THE DAY: Home is a Sweater by Stefanie Wielkopolan ADVANCE ORDER: https://finishinglinepress.com/product/home-is-a-sweater-by-stefanie-wielkopolan/… Home is a Sweater reflects on ideas of #place, #infertility, #trauma, and hope. A series of poems explore memories held within specific organs of the body and others use tangible objects to reflect on absence and loss. Pieces take you… Continue reading “Home is a Sweater” (Finishing Line Press Book of the Day)
“Home is a Sweater” (Poem)
Below is the title poem from my upcoming poetry collection, “Home is a Sweater.” Copies can be ordered through Finishing Line Press: https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/home-is-a-sweater-by-stefanie-wielkopolan/ Home is a Sweater Michigan is a tight sweatersnug around my chest and waist. The neckline,a compression of homeand the Great Lakes. In the summer, spun woolsuffocates andicicles puncture lungs,in the winter.… Continue reading “Home is a Sweater” (Poem)
Loss of Production (Poem)
Loss of Production I.The eggs are there,along with cysts,a thin uterine lining,fibroids and scar tissue. I do not know how this will end. II.I’ve been saying fuck a lot.When the blood starts,when someone,anyone younger than me,announces an unplanned pregnancy. A pregnancy absent of forms,thousands of dollars invested in conception, blood work, tests, drugsand therapy. I… Continue reading Loss of Production (Poem)
Inventory
I scan the bookshelf next to my side of the bed. The double row of books, like an artifact or exhibit of what my focus, our focus, has been the past five years. Memoirs about women, deemed infertile, who eventually got pregnant, books on how to make changes in your life so that you too… Continue reading Inventory
February 16, 2023
After a handful of cancelled embryo transfers, tweaks in protocols, tests, and delays, we were finally on track. February 16, 2023 would be our transfer date, for real this time. We felt that the date was a sign, as it was my grandma’s birthday, and the next day was my father-in-law’s birthday. Two people that… Continue reading February 16, 2023
“Home is a Sweater” Pre-Sales are Open
Hey everyone! I have some exciting news. Well, not THAT EXCITING NEWS, but exciting news nonetheless. My chapbook, “Home is a Sweater,” is being published by Finishing Line Press and…pre-sales are officially open! My chapbook talks about fertility, home, food, dioramas, Michigan, Pennsylvania, and North Carolina. My sarcasm is highlighted and I tried really hard… Continue reading “Home is a Sweater” Pre-Sales are Open
Progesterone? Oh. Hell. No
Pittsburgh winters, in and of themselves, are a real jerk. Endless days of overcast clouds, cold winds that slap you in the face as you walk to work, and barely any snow to pretty things up are common ingredients for the months of November through March. Couple a string of grey days together, with a… Continue reading Progesterone? Oh. Hell. No
Into a New Year
The hardest part about writing this blog, for me, has been letting people I know I’m sad. It’s not so much that you know that I’m sad, it’s just this nagging feeling that I’m somehow being ungrateful by being frustrated, angry, and upset that it’s been 5 ½ years since we decided to start a… Continue reading Into a New Year
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