Eclipse by Anne Westlund Darkness at mid-day The birds quiet The streetlights go on. Told not to look Could blind a person. The sun Peeking out behind the moon. Just a game of hide n’ seek Hoping, always hoping I’ll... Continue Reading →
White-out by Anne Westlund In a blinding snowstorm I can’t see more than two feet ahead of me or two feet behind fingers and toes frostbitten, forgot my coat. Alone. How did I get here? In my robe, slippers and... Continue Reading →
Chivalry by Anne Westlund Do you see me? Do you even see me, standing here? I have needs. Worse, I have wants, that are not getting met. I wanted it yesterday, a year ago. Do I wear the Christian mantle... Continue Reading →
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