"Daniela Olszewska was born Wroclaw, Poland and raised
in the area known as Chicagoland. Her poems have
appeared in recent issues of La Petite Zine, Cranky,
and Conduit. Daniela's chapbooks are called The
Partial Autobiography of Jane Doe (dancing girl press,
2008) and Resort to Humming (Scantily Clad Press,
forthcoming). She holds a BA in Poetry from Columbia
College Chicago and plans to start working towards her
MFA degree at the University of Alabama this fall."
Daniela is a a first for a number of reasons on this site:
-She's one of the first people to join the facebook group dedicated to it, and has been a friend in spreading the word and info on it to other friends.
-Shes's the first poet to openly acknowledge the phantom presence of editorial assistant Becky in her letter. Becky has read some of the poems for now, and as more submit, she'll read more and more.
-She is the first Wroclaw Warrior bringing Polish Power to O Sweet Flowery Roses. Ok, so that's not much of a first. But I guess I only had two firsts for her and realized that seemed underwhelming.
Regardless, she is a very talented poet and I am happy to present some of her poems.
Hotel
grace-plated
and mercy-lipped.
Shiver and lunge
and tripled down
under the weight
of uncouth dipped
special just for you.
Discombobulating
in hyper peach/pink.
Gobo projections.
Love me
on a fun day.
Ribbon rack,
nurture nook –
crapshoot mafias.
Braying purposely
pariah-like.
my hairline to be guarded
by bees and panic attacks.
II.
Sheet after sheet of dirty blue
tinfoil. Of decametric song.
Dot. Dot. Dashing through the show.
III.
This corner of intensely hued bazaar.
Filled with creatures of a polydactyl
and peacock-plumed nature.
Marked with the three signs
of terrible memory.
Winter exponentialized.
The bones can.
Make blastocyst.
Full of epicene.
And hemlockery.
Tented under the fleshy.
Part of my never naked.
Enough back. I grew.
a 90-degree angled.
Foreigner with placards.
And enough kickings.
To call undue mention.
