Anna Dragon : Writing

January

January

A Poem by Anna Dragon


I wanted so badly to write you booksand poems I could sealwith lavender and wax from aburning candle.It's a shamethat you don't like to read.Words don..
The Last Line

The Last Line

A Poem by Anna Dragon


I stand at the edge of a drop-off;the roots of trees gnarled out intothe dead zone where a fog hangs--it is empty and cold out there.Do I fall?A tingl..
Wendigo

Wendigo

A Poem by Anna Dragon


Dad-I left my jacket at home.It's cold out here and thesky has gone dark.There's something following-in the underbrush, the trees.There's something ou..
Lux

Lux

A Poem by Anna Dragon


Blood pools in rings of salt;moonlit-- absent from time.Smoke stings your eyes untilyour clawing fit subsides.What is left of you isn'tvery human anym..
Ersine

Ersine

A Poem by Anna Dragon


The world is beautiful in the eye of the storm--it is most vibrant in the calm between sufferings.Where a period of grief leaves a heavy fogthe briar ..
Liar

Liar

A Poem by Anna Dragon


I stopped being honest.It hurt too muchto say what I meant to.That candle left mein darkness.And so I sealedmy lips withthe wax.
Leska

Leska

A Poem by Anna Dragon


Love arrives like a consequence thatEros himself would find laughable-Somewhere in the fog of sicknessKerosene lamps and glowsticks crackAsunder in my..
Half Asleep

Half Asleep

A Poem by Anna Dragon


The motel room is warm-it smells vaguely of cigarettesbut that's become comforting.You've been restless, twitchylike a cat listening to the railroad.T..
Cassette

Cassette

A Poem by Anna Dragon


I wanted to give yousomething.A handful of firefliesthat kept youglowing.Somethingprofound but warmand subtle.I wanted to give youLove.But I never cou..
I-35

I-35

A Poem by Anna Dragon


Twilight falls over the creaking treesthat groan and cry in October winds.You play with wildflowers and grass;braiding, weaving their stems andtearing..