I’m Published!

Cover of Winter issue, Alaska Women Speak

Now that the dust has settled a bit, I can get back to my exciting new– two of my poems were published in Alaska Women Speak literary journal!

I’ll post excerpts here. The first is a free verse poem, written before I ever knew how bad off my mom was in October, and before I was called back to assist in her passing. Amazing.

The second is a prose poem style about my Grandma Krupa, my dad’s mom, whom I still feel very close to, and who “visits” me in my times of most need. She was really a character – very “old school” Chicago South Side.

If you’d like to read more, I have several copies available for a donation of any amount to the Homewood Cancer Center, in my mom’s name: Margarita M. Krupa. Just email me a copy of the donation receipt, plus your mailing address, and the magazine is yours!




By: Marissa Krupa


She nursed three of us

While married to an alcoholic

She worked while we were at school

Then taught me cross-stitching at night

She took the dogs to the vet

But made it home to cook supper

Even Lithuanian dishes


She strung popcorn garland on the tree

Then read me The Velveteen Rabbit

She picked me up from school when I was sick

And wiped my dirty summertime feet before bed

She skied the moguls with me

And shuttled me to softball practice

And gymnastics, and piano lessons


She bought me sugar cookies at the bakery

After bandaging my bloody knees

She taught me how to drive stick shift

Then earned her private pilot’s license

She took me on a trip to Jamaica

After mending my school uniform

While helping me study


A never ending list, all the moments

Maybe not perfect, not always smiling

But she was there, just there.

To read the rest of this poem, donate to the Homewood Cancer Support Center, then email the donation receipt and your mailing address to me! 





By: Marissa Krupa






That was quite a day! We were the only tavern in the South Side with whiskey, on the day the war was over. Everybody came to the back door. The pockets of my housecoat were out to here! Full of money. It was really somethin’, just somethin’. I had to work for my family, so I quit school after 6th grade. That’s why you should always go to school. I got a job at a Hungarian grocery store. They were nice to me, but I was Polish, so I kept my mouth shut, and did whatever they said. I learned Hungarian, and they became nicer to me. That’s how I learned the business. Then when Grandpa and I got married, his mother gave us the tavern. Boy, was Auntie Flossie mad! She didn’t want no competition anymore in the neighborhood. But, ours was in Amazon, not in Hegewich. There’s always somethin’, ain’t it? No matter what you do, there’s always somethin’. Anyhow, Grandpa was big & strong then. If somebody acted up, he just threw them out! Oh, how I miss my Johnny. He did everything for me, everything. He built that house for me, the one across from the tavern. What I know about business is, they’ll always try to steal from the til. Just remember that. Nobody is honest these days. You just have to watch out for that. Buy property. That’s what we did. 

To read the rest of this poem, donate to the Homewood Cancer Support Center, then email the donation receipt and your mailing address to me! 

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2 Responses to I’m Published!

  1. Pete says:

    Congratulations Marissa! Happy to see you are in print.

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