Lingering Echoes

In this, her second volume of poetry, Slahor provides memorable and original imagery as evidenced in the selection, "An Old Lady's Treasure." She writes: "/ her silver hair / bursting milkweed pods / of pure silk / spindle-spun / gossamer webs / woven on the purring loom / of indian summer / the unrestrained / wavy mane / never violated by perms / or artificial dyes / a rich dowry / handed down / from her mom."

Like ocean tides, the poems in "Lingering Echoes" ravish the soul with crushing waves of tragedy and death, and then soothe it with gentle caresses that wash away sorrow and leave it trembling with new life and hope.