Marie Anzalone's Blog, page 11

August 20, 2018

Love poems to our Children's Earth

work in progress- first draft. Translation and fine-tuning on their way.
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Published on August 20, 2018 05:13

August 10, 2018

A carved block of granite

Sometimes, ifyou put the grays of graniteunder a magnifyinglens, you find alsopinkcrystals of feldspar arrangedlike thoughtsof your beloved. This isprobably whywe put granite, overtheirgraves. You asked me once, whatdoes lovefeel like; how does one knowthey ..
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Published on August 10, 2018 05:08

July 27, 2018

One night in a time capsule

Lay me downin the wilderness,and run yourhands and moutheverywhereon my naked body that themoonlight illuminates,melting with the incredible heatof renewed entwinement,congealingin the coolnessas we rest betweensessions. I imaginethere is no other rush..
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Published on July 27, 2018 05:05

Streetlights

Our city isa postcardfrom everyprevious era that built uponits narrow, disorderedcharacter.Gas lamps at some pointgave way tougly posts and uglierwires, whilethe light remained as soft as awhispered promise. I alwaysthought you loved me most o..
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Published on July 27, 2018 05:05

July 26, 2018

Ten Things I Learned When I Lost My Job Overseas

10 Things I Learned When Ilost my Job Overseas One of the most unsettling life events that a person can face is theloss of income upon which one depends. This is what I faced in February, 2016.After being told that my government embassy contract was going to be extendedanother y..
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Published on July 26, 2018 05:28

July 21, 2018

Poet without a Country

when your heart is broken... write some more
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Published on July 21, 2018 05:18

July 20, 2018

Timekeeper

Let Naturedominate you. Let live thethings you would control or killwith all sorts ofproducts andphilosophies that end in “ism” and“cide.” Let the grassgrow alittle taller than the disapprovingneighbors mightwish. Letyour lovers, to..
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Published on July 20, 2018 05:10

Through these Eyes

I.“ElGordito,” they call my friend, as though alittle extra weight negatesa man’scredibility, his conviction, morality. Itirritates me so much. There arewords he never gave me permissionto speak: like how I wouldhave givenyears off my life ..
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Published on July 20, 2018 05:10

July 13, 2018

In the First Place

meditation on the theme of "blame" for July poetry club activity with Casa los Altos
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Published on July 13, 2018 05:07

Love in the Days after Anubis

Because Iloved you,I sat upstraight, smoothed myskirt, andsurrenderedto coffee spoons;afterrealizing that the Universe wastesting me,through you. Because Ilove you,I honorancient contractsI oncesigned in blood,with agolden pen, o..
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Published on July 13, 2018 05:07