Marie Anzalone : Writing

without a seat belt

without a seat belt

A Poem by Marie Anzalone


She said, being poor, for the woman, is exactly like depression. like shame. like Tolkien’s too little butter spread over..
Unsafe Space

Unsafe Space

A Poem by Marie Anzalone


If I told you that this thing that you told me to keep hidden away has become fluid gold and is flowing out of every crack and..
Essay: Me, too, Emma

Essay: Me, too, Emma

A Story by Marie Anzalone


in response to Emma's brave poem. You are not alone, my dear. Never alone.
21st Century Accomplice

21st Century Accomplice

A Poem by Marie Anzalone


IThere is you, with the mirror, standing inside, looking out. You run your fingers in waves through your indignation; arranging e..
These Early Years

These Early Years

A Poem by Marie Anzalone


Today, it rained. And I was thinking of you. Water fell hard. Like pebbles. Like little hopes and silly daily fears. Water splashed up..
Regarding Brokenness

Regarding Brokenness

A Poem by Marie Anzalone


It is inevitable- Life will break you. We are fragile vessels, carved of karmic clay, cosmic crystal. We ring like Tibetan bow..
Earthquake 8.1

Earthquake 8.1

A Poem by Marie Anzalone


when Life hands you earthquakes... create poetry??
They shot a Woman Yesterday

They shot a Woman Yesterday

A Poem by Marie Anzalone


They were aiming for the driver, but he saw them. He knew to duck. She did not. She was just a passenger. She was behind him. ..
Being 17

Being 17

A Poem by Marie Anzalone


That was the summer we practiced the fine art of sharing space- in a 3x5 army surplus tent, our shield against bad dreams, our portal ..
Sizing

Sizing

A Poem by Marie Anzalone


The woman looks at me, says to the hotel owner, on the phone, “She’s a gordita; I don’t know if she can walk to your ..