Marie Anzalone's Blog, page 19

Precious

She comes to watch me paint, askshow I learnedto draw? I smile, tell her, “watchingthe birds whose colorsadorn your blouse.” I always wanted to learn, she says, shyly. A confession of leaves oftrees in the blood of her veins. We share a moment ofconnected sile..

41 Fireflies

Mozart wrote his Symphony 41- his longest- just beforehis death. With a sarabande,I am told, a Central Americandance of which Cervantes said,"Hell was its birthplace and breeding place."41. A number. I am 41. It has been 25 years sinceMy first rape. Still, I am oneof the lucky ones. Unlike..

First Kiss

Weknew-becauseall the ancient godsstoppedtheir shenaniganstowatch, and see whatcame next. It was,afterall, their doing. Itwas the tasteof5000 years ofhuman languageexploredby two tongues,andrewritten entirelywithin45 minutes.it..

Emerging from Fog

Iwalk the ridgeline in a fog,scoutingfor cairns left by thosewhowent before me, as thepath is shrouded in aveil of silent white. Theway backisblocked, thereis only forward. It is coldandI cannot even see if there is adestination.  ..

Blueprints of Destiny

for Ken S., living atist and poet. More commentary to follow.

That Morning in August

She told me but this isn’t poetry.Poetry is nice. It should make mefeel good. So, I tried. I tried to write only of ephemeral kisses and happy well-fed people. Of carefree sparrows and respectfor my leaders and my great dream of marrying the right man with nice straig..

Essay: What I stand FOR in the resistance movement

I have been thinking about this topic for a while now, as I follow theresistance movement across my country, read the political analyses, and exposemyself to the writings and teachings of those who have lived under conditionsof oppression in the past and present. I have struggled for mo..

Live Births

It is not actually youwho dies- butit might as well be.It is only that thing to which yougave; your belief,your nurturing, yourvery lifeblood.A dream. Another. Yourland. Yourpeople. Your faithitself. It doesn’t matter who the victimwas, does it? It..

Maternal Line

para MCIf you weremy daughter:you wouldknow the joy of walkingbarefoot on a rainy dayAnd how mudsquelches just so between yourtoesAnd how theair smells of rebirth and uncriedtears from what life throws inyour direction, every day. You wouldknow t..

Celestial Body

If you are a poet,what sense is therein having a lover ifyou are not willingto immortalize herbeauty and tenderness,in verse? If you wouldnot exult yourdesire for hercelestial body? If you would only gaze upon herlandscapes through a telephoto lens, ifyour s..