Deborah Kahan Kolb


April 22, 2020

Happy Earth Day 🌍 and happy “due date” to my first girl, my springtime baby, born three days late 13 years ago... “The Gestures of Trees” celebrates the emergence of life, a hopeful notion that I need to keep in the forefront of my mind during these challenging times....

April 21, 2020


An old man I know–a great grandfather–

 steps into the tattoo parlor, tells the artist,

I am ready to begin my life.


Eight lingering decades carried in his creased cheeks.

Five blue numerals etched in h...

October 21, 2019

My second chapbook of poems is now on sale from Finishing Line Press! Reserve your copy today in support and celebration of poetry and independent publishers:

June 15, 2019

New short story published in Lunch Ticket.

May 1, 2019

After Auschwitz

I am vague I am hazy I am indistinct

I am bodiless-

but my black Romani blood river runs    

boils and bubbles and

pushes up Piotr’s daisies

I am faceless-

but my non-Aryan features glow searing hot

my crippled mouth and communist eyes

coal to cinder


August 12, 2018

On the anniversary of the white nationalist rally turned deadly riot, I offer this poem published today on New Verse News

Charlottesville: A Cautionary Tale

The Nazis have returned. To Charlottesville, VA.

            Pale wizards, frenzied mass, mad with purity....

April 1, 2018

Emerging, Art of       

Check the box that best describes

your career thus far, the form says, or how you see

yourself as a writer.

It seems I’ve been emerging

for a number of years now. But how do I see

myself - tunneling down the dark fleshy corridor

of my mo...

November 1, 2017


This poem addresses the damage caused by teen marriage and pregnancy in insular communities.

Published in Literary Mama (November 2017) 

August 21, 2017

Au Pair       


A cape starling or amethyst, some little bird –


warbler, shows up in the greening spring, miniature

flicker-beat fluffing her breast, and gingerly finds

her perch among

our young. From somewhere within the murmuration

she exhales, violet-b...

July 30, 2017

This love song is inspired by women who love women, women whose freedom is born of lies, women who must sometimes bury their former selves in order to live an authentic life. To these women I offer wedding bells of a different sort. Dedicated to T. and N.

you the shinin...

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