After experiencing several monster-sized issues, my eBook is now available. Truth be told, post-problems it was ready in late January, but at the time, I had not the heart to promote it. So without further ado – some new illustrations and a new poem too – love of the monster – is yours for the downloading (oh and a tiny $2.99)
Apathetic Wrinkling
There are parts that work well rolling on the floor. Leave me be. I will find my footing. Unlike her. Don’t you hear the screaming. The window, open like the door but less welcoming. Endless sobs hitting the birds outside. What is she crying about this time?
Wrinkles.
How she just can’t do it anymore.
Hell, who can?
There are no places to hide when you know all the rooms in your home. I wonder if she’s dying while standing on her feet. My ears are chained to this self-inflicted malaise. Perhaps the plasma screen will extend its curving armature and whisper encouragement as she continues moaning. Wrinkles. Too many.
Forgotten in the dryer, shirts crinkled like a baby’s ass.
Cotton shits wrinkles.
I should be the one crying.
Well my friends –
when it rains it does pour
as some of you know, my dad passed away this November, then we had to place my live-in mother-in-law into a nursing facility
on Sunday my beautiful energetic mom suffered a large stroke brought on by pneumonia complications – she’s an amazing woman and I’ve no doubt she’ll make a full recovery after intense rehab – I’m doing my best to keep up with things, but I won’t be doing much creatively for now
please accept my apologies if I don’t get to your comments – which I always appreciate – and I wish you wonderful creative and healthy months ahead – AnnMarie
I Will Die at the Right Time
At this rate, there will be nothing left for my children. Too much
falling outside the body. A two-headed llama with no head
belonging to me.
all to them
unintentionally by them
Losing ability to see value by which aging matters. Watching
bone-slow deterioration. Using my frame to anchor relations.
Trying to deduce life’s meaning–endgame research.
Sowing seeds of pain in backward gardens planted with wrinkling flesh,
falling from porous skeletons.
suppleness
fire, grace, motion, lightning
gone
Stolen–
without remorse from each sunrise.
The silver-edge moon no longer sensual,
goading their last warm breaths.
Not doing this to my flesh and blood.
I will die at the right time.
acrylic painting done a few years ago
here’s to entering 2018 with eyes open
Bell-la
may peace find you this season
merry and bright hearts love one another
compassion in gentle wrapping for all
My poem “4:20 am” published in the weekly Avocet – a magazine focusing on nature and all its breathtaking wonder.
Baby Elf
my poem “4:20 am” (attached below) is in the weekly Avocet – issue #262 –
Avocet link if you’d like to submit writing to this important publication for Mother Earth
4:20AM
frost creeps into the holes of my old moccasins
the taffy-stretched shadow of a red sunset maple
reaches across the dark grass
as if she too
desires the moon’s infinite perfection
stars tuck away in their opaque shells
this is autumn’s whisper
I peek through my eyelashes
must commit to memory
must etch my soul with rehearsed minutes
before tomorrow’s living
rubs out this wonder
4:30AM
I remain frozen in my silent place
knowing the sun will wipe away
the beautiful moon
this pristine silent moment
don’t want to go back inside a walled house
wish I could honestly tell you
a love affair with nature
enticed me from my bed
at 4:15 AM
my Dachshund needed to pee
baby elf sketch created a few years back with pencil
Thrilled to have my painting ‘hairband’ displayed along with other beautiful works as part of Emerge Gallery’s Primar(il)y Red Exhibit!
(also honored to have ‘hairband’ (in upper right above) featured in announcement)
It goes without saying, if you’re ever near Saugerties, NY – visit. Both Emerge and Saugerties are enchanting. You won’t be disappointed😘
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