Marie Anzalone : Writing

The Burning Season

The Burning Season

A Poem by Marie Anzalone


there is a belief that the state of the land is closely related to the physical and emotional health of the people who live on it
Kite Strings

Kite Strings

A Poem by Marie Anzalone


Tonight, clouds are flown across the sky on kite strings spun of tenuous hopes; wound on the spools of the anxiety we all felt last year...
In the Saying

In the Saying

A Poem by Marie Anzalone


Just that suddenly, one day there is color again in your sunrise. It has taken years sorting through photos in black and white, ant..
Prayers Written at MIdnight

Prayers Written at MIdnight

A Poem by Marie Anzalone


I. It is in these earliest hours, gazing out from inside those quiet spaces where the heart of a woman dreams alive everything it ha..
Old Songs

Old Songs

A Poem by Marie Anzalone


Remind me. How it was. With dirt creased into my hands but the skin of my body washed, scented of lilies, you- pressing my back to the ..
A Night Dreaming in Iceland

A Night Dreaming in Iceland

A Poem by Marie Anzalone


I left my body last night, to step into that dream, with you. Hot springs, auroras. The arctic wind that played the stones like..
Some Type of Connection

Some Type of Connection

A Poem by Marie Anzalone


First, you said, I don’t like the way they dress, and I really don’t like, the way they pray. You got together with peo..
the same kind of whatever

the same kind of whatever

A Poem by Marie Anzalone


meditation on theme of "connection." First of a few on this theme. For our homework in the Casa los Altos poetry club.
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..