Marie Anzalone
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poem: as you hold her handA Chapter by Marie Anzalone"I am but a child doodling on the brick sides of buildings while other artists have mastered the use of spray paint" |
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poem: love simplifiedA Chapter by Marie AnzaloneI need youto help mestumble uponthe greatnessthat was placedas a hidden obstacle in all of our daily pathsbut that Ikept walking overwithout ever noti.. |
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poem: DoorwaysA Chapter by Marie Anzalonefor my cousin Todd, on the day of his interment at Woodstock |
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poem: My Demands for LoveA Chapter by Marie Anzalonespoken word piece |
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poem: SurrealistsA Chapter by Marie Anzalonepara E.P. My friend, if we collectively had any courage, we would both be surrealistsand offer the world, flat upon our palms, outstrestched,the last .. |
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poem: Misbehaving RoofsA Chapter by Marie AnzaloneEvery time I watch the rooffrom out of the cornerof my eyethe struts fold upwardslike hands beseeching prayerand the tileshonest to Godare jumping wit.. |
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poem: Getting Rid of YellowA Chapter by Marie AnzaloneI remember blue. And all of my yesterdays coalesce, to discharge tomorrow from asmoking barrel and I think maybe I am mistaken-perhaps just the filte.. |
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poem: A Good DayA Chapter by Marie AnzaloneToday is a good day.Perhaps tomorrow tygers will race wild againthrough the lonely streets and corridors of my mindand my body will remind me, again.. |
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poem: To Fathers of SonsA Poem by Marie AnzaloneWhat are your sons learningof freedom, by your own relation to the free? -Do you level accusations of irresponsibility against those who walk without.. |
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Practially SpeakingA Poem by Marie AnzaloneI tried to tell you how blue was the sky in my life Because of you But I think you maybe saw the danger of clouds And when I invited yo.. |
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