Poetry written in 2005-2011.
Published in 2011 by
Moonrise Press, Los Angeles.

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Inspired by the Songs of Songs and centuries of love poems, from Sappho to Milosz, this novella in verse consists of 85 lyrical poems and 24 brief, narrative fragments, based, in part, on authentic court documents. A range of literary allusions enriches this unlikely love story of a gentle crime victim and a troubled man, an ex-offender, rising above their traumatic past and learning to love.


Muses Review, May 2010

"Interview with Maja Trochimczyk,
Poet from Poland"

Poets' Cafe, March 2011
Radio Interview with
Lois P. Jones, featuring
a reading of "The Music Box."


From Poetry Laurels Blog:

"Roses and Roses without End", 05/2011

"Love after Love -
For Valentine's Day", 02/2011

"What is Love?
Valentine's Day Reflections", 02/2011

Rose & Roses Photos



"I'm enormously impressed by what Maja Trochimczyk has achieved. I note that she has been working for over 11 years on this very complex work, with its many layers of meaning and allusion. Her facility in writing about the innumerable nuances of love (naturally enough from a very feminine viewpoint) is simply breathtaking. Reading Rose Always is an exhilarating experience, even if I am sure that I have not always understood all of its subtleties."

~ Tom Berman, Israel, 2011
(poet, author of Shards and Rambles)


"A woman kept safe in a body, meets bad boy angel, splashes into rose petals flowing, shatters into passion. He takes her into downpours of ecstasy. She becomes translucent and in her veins we see the grace of God. She writes in disappearing angel blood...Now we have many pages...He knows how to tap into her angelic pulse and drains gasps and dreams from the immortality point of her soul...

But the "court" element in the title enters as legal action and the love story turns darker--he is a bad boy angel after all--and such a translucent woman must also drink darkness. The poems continue to hope but must admit loss--this novella in verse is a tragedy; intense love against betrayal...Love is a strange truth--no two loves are the same. There are spiritual depths in each being. It is astonishing to see a woman's soul clearly in public in the white heat of love, the thought light of kisses sparkling on skin, the departure point into worlds. Even after it seemed lost her love takes a deeper spiritual form; she continues to love..."

~ Russell Salamon,
September 5, 2011
(poet, author of eleven books of poetry)


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Maja at a semi-staged reading
from "Rose Always" at
the Pasadena Public Library,
Wright Auditorium, 2008.

Maja Trochimczyk

P.O. Box 4288, Sunland, California 91041-4288
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12 Love Poems selected from Rose Always - A Court Love Story

By Maja Trochimczyk

From Wishing (Annunciatio)


Up in Heaven
Madonna and Her angels
lost patience with my Death Wish
so they gave me a gift
for all times:

Down on Earth
a door opened
to the infinity
of love.

On Sunday
I saw the burning flame
from the Song of Songs
beneath your armor
of disaffection.

And, as T.S. Eliot said -
"all is always now."

From Seeing (Revelatio)


I found my love in the desert.

He is real
as rocks in the stream,

as clouds flowing from the mountaintops,

as a kiss of sunlight at noon,

as the moon in the morning,

as the taste of mango on my lips,

as a tangerine,

as the baby's breath in my garden,

yes, as loving

as I am,
when I see him cry.


Of all the loves in the world
yours is the purest.
Of all the smiles
yours is the most endearing.
You know my secrets.
You care if I cry.

We met in sorrow
to share a joy
of looking at the turquoise sky,
that never was so blue
before or after,
with gold clouds
scattered like kisses
on time's soft veil.


The geometry of shadows
on the hillside
tells me it's five o'clock -

Time for the shadow
on your cheeks
to grow into rough kisses

Crowned with the gold
rays of sunset,
I'm still, full of silence -

Waiting for the earth
to shatter when
your lips touch mine

From Knowing (Dilectio)


My love is like the weather -
good or bad, it simply is

And you have to live
with the heat of passion,
with the cold of indifference,
with the rain of tears
spilled in sadness
over lost chances, dreams,
hopes - broken

You have to live
with the snow of gentle kisses
falling all over your body,
covering you with a soft blanket
of innocence and peace


For you, I'm a pear
with persimmon flavor
bathed in vanilla milk,
my skin is smooth, electric
it tingles when you touch me

I sing -

Of all the gardens of the world,
all the orchards,
all the fruit-bearing trees,
all the roses,
I'm the richest.
my blossoms are most abundant,
my fragrance - the rarest,
beyond reach


I saw you
in his contours, when I looked up,
coming home from a late Christmas party -

My Orion, my bright
hunter crossing the night skies
with a bow strung for action.

Smooth skin shines over broad shoulders,
the three-diamond belt
adorns the narrow waist.
You are a constellation of beauty.

But a seraph? A fallen one?
They say he is "Shemhazai" - the angel
who fathered giants,
lured by the silky faithlessness
of golden hair,
the tresses of seduction.

He crucified himself,
hanging upside down in the winter sky,
remorseful, still guilty of desire.

It fills you to your fingertips
when your hands join together
at the small of my back
and you pull me closer.

I taste the salty drops
of your sweat on my lips.

Swathed in the midnight blaze
I’m waiting for the double helix
of our embrace to twirl
higher and higher,
into a brilliant, fluted column
of light

Rising to pierce the indigo cupola
where the stars of Orion now sleep
immutable and content
in their silence.

From Feeling (Consolatio)


How gently did you hold my hand
how tender was the kiss
that marked the passage into life
eternal kindness - joy

The angels sang
blue skies rejoiced
moon rose
like crescent of a smile

The shadow passed
tears were no more

You loved me


Days come and go,
the earth keeps turning,
I stay still.

You drive down my street,
come back for another look.
What do you want to see?

Love is not an easy thing
to manufacture.
I make it in large dollops,
served like ice cream
in cups of kindness.

I package it
in dulcet tones
of good memories.
It is expensive,
also quite refined.

It is perfect that way.
The world is, too.

Oceans breathe.
Stars do not ask questions.
Night trees sleep
with birds in their branches.
The mountains
grow more distant,
settling into calm.

From Being (Redemptio)


I found another reason to love you
in Carpenters' Hall, Philadelphia.

The beginning
of their great adventure
and of mine - this was the proof
of the validity of it all,
the confirmation of purpose.

Without power over you
I have nothing,
but the purity of my affection.

It comes by stealth, unwanted
unannounced - it overwhelmed me
in the cross-shaped room
once holding the future
of your nation, just as the crossroads
of our chance encounter
held the future of my heart.

I know less and less each day
and I am grateful
for the ancient carpenters
who made your country
and for you, a carpenter
who made me
from the hard wood of sorrow
that softened
under your skillful touch
into love.


I found myself
in a perfect place

I laugh to tears
and I like what I see

After the broken pieces
of the Devil's mirror were
washed away from my eyes

There's no pain here,
no limits, only the infinite
glory of becoming one

With the Universe, one with
the Divine, stumbling on my way

No anxiety, no desire -
I live right here, right now

Thank you for the key
that opened the door to paradise -

Serene, fearless, I'm wholly
and whole made of love


I place you in the heart
of my rose, dark red one
with dew drops on its leaves.

Like a tricked-up baby
from Ann Geddes' postcard
you rest, snugly wrapped
in the comfort of my love.

"That too shall pass," they say,
"That too shall pass.
The rose will wither,
love will fade away."

Respectfully, I disagree.
I know the symmetry
of velvet petals
is but an opening
into a different universe,
a cosmic window,

I see it in the shyness
of your smile. Yes.
You are that lucky.

In the morning
when the curtains of mist
open above silver hills
carved from time
like a Japanese woodcut,
you taste freedom.

You found your true self
under the detritus
of disordered life.

Isn't it strange
that you've been saved
by the perfection
of just one rose?