Marie Anzalone's Blog, page 8

The Burning of Sacred Heart

We name our honored spacesfor who they tell us, walks there. Here is Tecumseh’s Forest; there is the Cathedral of Notre Dame;here is angry Pele reminding uswe are not the ownersof the land. If you want the rightto change every moving partof an entire living plan..

Voice Recovery

missing a friend

For Me: The Unreliable Narrator

Fourth of a series of 4 poems about a love quadrangle. Enjoy.

For Him: Apocrypha

Second of a series of poems about a love quadrangle. For a contest.

For the Other Woman: A Body at Rest

First of a series about a love quadrangle, for a contest

Progress

Men abandon theirwives, and we call them, free.Womenabandon men, and we call them, crazy. Childrenabandon abuse, and we call them, ungrateful. A citizenabandons the futility of his country, we call him,illegal. A town abandonsits ancestors, and we call it progress...

For the Friend: Catatumbo

Third of a series about a love quadrangle. Probably for a contest.

A Body at Rest

First of a series about a love triangle

Cold, Hungry, In Love... and I Have to Pee

my blog about being a broke writer in Central America

Flight

written for a friend leaving an abusive relationship