Marie Anzalone's Blog, page 7

Topaz

I love you because the night sky is the color of eggplanton the vineand my family has great recipesfor fresh eggplant and you are also both family and sky.  I love you because your eyesshine like faceted topazand Neruda wrote of topaz and roses..

Stealth Operation

translation from my original in Spanish

Message to Men from any Female over the Age of 13

I will leave my house; I will walkin your streets to meet friends, to work, or justbecauselike every human being, sometimes I need to be out by myself, and alone in my own headmy own space, my own thoughts. If you see me, just leave me alone. My jeans may make you n..

Earth Mother

Stop asking me when I am going home.Stop calling the place I was born, Home.Home is not with people who cheerwhen babies are thrown in rivers andcages to die forgotten and unloved; Homeis notwhere we celebrate an unarmed manbeingrun down by a self-appointedvigil..

A Sky That Does Not Bleed

written as an exercise for Casa los Altos poetry club; theme "a look." Inspired partly by Amanda Palmer's fabulous song "Machete."

Community of Broken Things

lessons from times spent living without a home or resources, dedicated to my friends and our children who also live this

We Are

poem for children, adolescents and youth- different perspectives on a single tree visited with a group of middle school students

Engagement

It is 8:42and I think I am falling in loveagain, more than a little,with you. The battle-ready studentis assigned the teacher; there issomething about the way that desirebecomes a mermaid slippinginto the salt water of your veins,her tail fluttering your heart;there..

Unquiet Waters

a little love in dark times

Death and Social Media

My wall is filled with ghosts. When I was a girl, bad news came to us in person. Someone would drive outin the snow or rain to knockon your door; someone pickedup the phone and called you. You all searched for photos,and you made a memorial in someone’s hous..