Inheritance

A collection of poems by Elena Laskowski and photos by Geoff Laskowski

"Inheritance", a collection of poems by Elena Laskowski, inspired by photos taken by her father, Geoff Laskowski, is a creative endeavor suggested by Geoff as an opportunity to merge a father and daughter's respective hobbies: photography and writing. Once Elena identified photos that stuck out to her, she wrote about them, and eventually the notes started to take shape as poems.

For Elena, having the opportunity to combine their respective artistic efforts was "enlightening and refreshing". Their "COVID project" gave them something to work towards, and perhaps even restored a bit of lost creative motivation for the both of them.

The book is available for purchase for $9.99 USD at the following link: 

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Below are  photos from the book along with the title and few beginning lines of each poem. The full gallery of images can be found here.

Guardians pt. 1 

We've been abandoned.

When you were young, and the grown-ups all with clasped hands,

They talked of guardian angels. To keep a watchful eye, they said.

. . .

Guardians pt. 2

Fallen

Torn loose

Swept aside

. . .

Mater

To have wholly a piece of oneself

- flesh of my flesh blood of my blood -

Is a mother; an organ outside her body.

. . .

Lullaby for the Restless

Cradle me, blue moon deep

Send the weary souls to sleep

. . .

Divine Femininity

Fingertip blush, caress thine eyes

Awaken to new domain

Rich with blessed breath

. . .

Encore, Arrangement

/A shadow in the night shoots and takes a life blood seeps in the lines in its palms and drips to the hard floors like a river of ink on the sheets of a life written long before they were born in a room with four typewriters and one empty seat . . .

Spark, Stoked, Story

Land of light and shadow

Where all the stories are born:

          Rose from the ground/

                                               Fell from the sky

. . .

To be

(Open curtain)

1. 

One felt this way of alone 

On a cold night in winter

Standing in a spot of blue under

Two hundred eyes stilled,

. . .

Inheritance

Hold on,

Hang in

Don't let it past your skin

Chin up, 

Stay steady

We'll go further when you're ready.

. . .

Elena is pursuing a BFA in creative writing at Hamline University in Saint Paul, Minnesota. Writing stories, poems, and snippets of thought has long been a passionate interest of hers. She is proud to have completed a body of work, and grateful to her father for reminding her how it feels to be inspired.