Marie Anzalone's Blog, page 20

The Power of Water

for PB

The Rights of Fragile Things

Eachgeneration has its moment,toencounter, by chance or design,thestructure of its own soul-inthe mirror held up by hands vasterthan mere cities, deeperthan currents of swirling sound-bytes,more prescient thanthe direst of headlines. Wewalkunarme..

The Hands of Wild Things

Don’t make love to me in the dark;don’t make me stay forever where you found me. I do not wantto become outdated and irrelevant in your protective, constricting “love.” Let me die safely in your embrace,and let go of the things in the clos..

Some Tuesday

one day-it might be Tuesday or Sunday,sunny or tempestuous.I cannot see if the day is hotand we seek shade of cavesand movie theaters; or cold and wehover around fire and tellghost stories, recounting those timeswe encountered hope and fearin unexpected places..

The Freedom of a Rainy Day

1.I’m sorry-I forgot that in-between “professional networking” and “taking careof banal daily tasks and errands” and “gather data for my graduate degree” Iwas supposed to have included, “get sexually violated” to my to-do list today.2..

Fog on a Sunny Day

Take your hot jealousy and your aloof distance, your bitterness and jade-colored lens filtersand toss them into the ocean, one piece at a time, let the water have them. For them I have no use.  I will be over hereI will be over herelearning to dance with two ..

Confession

translated from Spanish

Daily Consumption

for my fellow Guatemalans- an admonition. Translated from the original in Spanish