March 2017 – Anne's mediocre poetry

dreams

i dreamt last night in a cloud of mildew bed sheets wrapped warm as baked apples with cinnamon seeping and sticking like glue to my skin i dreamt last night in a seine of inspirations stretching towards heavenly ascent i dreamt words not answers just sheets of papers streaming from my ears i woke thisContinue reading “dreams”

Mosque burning

I seek the language For this lunacy – the tips of my fingers push these words out. Still nothing. 3/24/2017

Words

How does one live in a world of loathsome words? “Punch him in the face.” We can’t disagree with grace? “She has blood coming out of her whatever.” Grandmothers eyes roll what? Never! “I moved on her like a bitch.” Behavior of the rich? “Grab them by the pussy.” So kitty cats aren’t fussy? “IslamContinue reading “Words”

Beloved

My life these days is lived in the fog of a visit to mom. We sit at lunch, lost in 90 years of forgetting. I caress her with sweet nothings to bring a smile that I can lose myself in. I want to lose myself in this forgetting. To remember is to think of deathContinue reading “Beloved”