Anna
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Morning SicknessA Poem by AnnaI feel ill when I wake upfrom the want to talk and havingno words to fill an empty page.Something hiding in my stomachhungers for the lull of the stor.. |
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Of Salt & OrangesA Poem by AnnaSomething long dead andaged, drowned in barreled wine;floated up to drooping ceiling tileslike an orange peel bobbing atthe underside of some lonely p.. |
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JanuaryA Poem by AnnaI 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.. |
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The Last LineA Poem by AnnaI 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.. |
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WendigoA Poem by AnnaDad-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.. |
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LuxA Poem by AnnaBlood 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.. |
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ErsineA Poem by AnnaThe 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 .. |
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LiarA Poem by AnnaI stopped being honest.It hurt too muchto say what I meant to.That candle left mein darkness.And so I sealedmy lips withthe wax. |
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LeskaA Poem by AnnaLove arrives like a consequence thatEros himself would find laughable-Somewhere in the fog of sicknessKerosene lamps and glowsticks crackAsunder in my.. |
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Half AsleepA Poem by AnnaThe 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.. |
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