Marie Anzalone's Blog, page 17

Never Enough Light

Somethingin me is taking its first breath;Ifeel the pangs of incipient birth, draggingme through that convulsing canal alongsideit. Relentless, an endless flowofblackness entering an infinite sphereoflight. And you standjustbeyond my vision- I still cannot s..

The More Affordable Option

 Theother day, therewas a pool of blood onthe sidewalk, spillingout into the streetwheremy feet were picking their waythroughthe day’s other horrors. Itseemeda premonition for my cities, andthe menwhopurport to run them. ..

Safe Admiration

I have tried seeing other futures.I have invited my desires to lunch,tied my fantasies to my bed with handcuffs and silk scarves;passed days walking around emptiedand completely filled, with such intimate pains and bruises and this sensation of being opened so far..

Lioness

Everygirl has the heart ofa wild creature, but-aroundage 14, welock it into a cage inspiredbyunreasonable standards, boringexpectations. And we forget her. Forsome, what goes into hibernationisa wolf; for others, a tiger, aneagle, a jaguar;a..

In Search of Fire

some reflections triggered by recent deep contemplation

Translation: The Valley

I do not know how,I do not know when,But I have entered a valley ofshadows.All is black, everything is amorphousand diffuse,I have entered a dark and stonyvalley.  There is no moon, there are nostars, nor is there scent of trees or flowers.  I am..

Translation: Dedication

DEDICATION I dedicate these lines to those who always laugh To those who always win Time after time, focused without ever looking back For those who do not know their own tears For those whose days are without shame or sorrow With endless summers, and only ..

Translation: Once Upon a Man

This is a man who lived life likemany others Who has walked manystreets and sidewalks Through parksWho has seen flowers,stars,Who has watched birds,Looked always aboveand below (with care). He looked for Heavenin people and in the skyHe looked for water ..

Four Friends Waiting Out a Flood in a Cafe; in Huehue

written as a meditation on the theme of "Free Will" for the Xela poetry Club "Casa Los Altos. This is the English translation of the original I wrote in Spanish

Four Friends Waiting Out a Flood in a Café in Huehue

written as a meditation on the theme of "Free Will" for the Xela poetry Club "Casa Los Altos. This is the English translation of the original I wrote in Spanish