February 2018 – Anne's mediocre poetry

When the students marched

When the students marched to merely stay alive, sad death awoke the slumber of troll lying in the murk and like the proverbial long-lived cat he came back with thunderbolt. His eyes gape wide and round and land upon a child – she wise beyond his braggadocio. The lurker tries to silence Emma and David’sContinue reading “When the students marched”

From Russia with love

“I think I’d get along very well with Vladimir Putin. I just think so,” Trump said in one of his first comments about the Russian leader since launching his presidential bid last June. 7/31/2015 The poet’s corner rests in the line where mothers wait, any word will do – does he live or is heContinue reading “From Russia with love”