Marie Anzalone's Blog, page 5

Armistice Bells

 Stay well for me, my love. Like when our ancestors wentto war or searched new homeson distant shores; their loverswaited for them, clasping folded letters in folded hands.Letters that traveled through time to reach out, so are my thoughts stretching limits, ..

Right Angles

 Tell me where your love comes fromand I will tell you why stars were situated exactly 90 degreesin all directions, from the sourceof human frailty.  Teach me to dancewith youto the new 14 hertz new frequencyof the earth; and I will tellyou e..

Something Extraordinary

written for a friend on her birthday

In the Garden of Headless Angels

Walk with me- we are frequent visitorsof the Garden of Headless Angels,we only count timewith each other by the numbers of faceless watchesWe measure the depthof our love in bottomless caveswhere unknown thingswere catalogued aliveby explorers long-dead. ..

Slaughterhouse Poetry

I.                   Be poetry.  Be the reason someone, anyonedid not give up yesterday. Be the courageto toss a match into the placewhere someone no longer fits; watch it bu..

Sarcasmic Encounters

meditation for homework assignment on the theme of sarcasm for Casa los Altos

January 5th: Perihelion

first poem of 2020

Mockingbird

homework assignment #2 written on the them wind

A Girl Dreams

homework assignment for Casa los Altos, theme "Wind." Written for a Guatemalan migrant from a family very dear to me.

Translated Book Manuscript by a Guatemalan Author Now Available

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