Annie was born in Illinois, grew up in Orange County, and now lives in a quiet beach town along the Central Coast of CA. She is a poet, essayist, fine art photographer and artist. Her poetry has been published in local newspapers and online literary journals including Drabble and First Literary Review – East, Heart of Flesh and a previous issue of Impspired. She has taught poetry workshops at several county libraries and is a member of Cambria Writers Workshop. She says poetry is her raft, star, song, umbrella.
(love) lit from within
fireflies flutter through the open space of night in a sea of lights each looks for the flicker pattern of its mate a signal, that two can illume a path brighter than one alone
love and loss
when we begin we are already ending day turns to night sun rises and sets stars twinkle until they fall tides kiss the sand wind blows the seed new life can begin, wherever it lands rivers trickle toward the ocean rocks get tumbled and polished by the streams we awaken, we fall asleep we walk paths filled with beauty and mystery there is trauma and triumph. we have expectations that fall short and trust in blind faith we look for love in the smallest corners collide with happiness when we least expect it change and regret, every minute lived is another gone by toward goodbyes amends and apologies gratitude and praise the voice silent or the heart spoken some days we will be the umbrella some we will be the raincloud life can be lived in a hundred years or taken in a moment shorter than a breath from the first piece of paper which bears our name to the last whisper or shout love in between
mind baptism soul immersion into the waters of the unknown intuitive nature desire for the softness of a language unspoken cairn memorial trail markers of existence fragments of a broken heart milestones, tombstones tributes, tribulations poetry dialogue of the senses thoughts and feelings preserved on paper and those kept silent in the notebook of the timekeeper what I have is what I began with the mystery of my story
Monostich poems- a single-line poem which expresses a complete thought.
Not all light is good; the screen revealed my metastasized cancer as a constellation of dots connecting bones, liver, kidney, spleen, lymph nodes, and intestines, a glowing crisscross of lines to untangle.
The loneliest place during my cancer journey so far; surrounded by a team of doctors telling me my diagnosis – incurable.
Bad news, good news from different cancer doctors; It’s like a ping pong match between grim and hopefulness.
As I wait for a miracle to quell the infinite number of tumors, I am humbled by the loving-kindness of friends helping me hold on to the hope for a cure.
Cancer is taking away my “best by” date; I’ll never know what I could have become before I reached the end.
Once cancer has consumed my body, all the stardust held within will be released along with every wish that I ever made.
after the peony blooms
Incurable cancer has taught me that I am no different than my favorite flower; we will both leave earth, ascend into another time, become part of the mystery which awaits us.
Death is nearby, but so is grace; when death comes calling, I will answer “Hello”, and transfer it to grace.
cancer may have invaded my body, but it has not penetrated my heart, it cannot quell the love I have for friends and family, nor can it take away the sun and moon, or stop me from wishing on a star or tasting a raindrop.
my cancer is like a gate; will it close and lock me out of tomorrow or will Mother-Father-God intervene and keep it ajar for a little while longer.
I cream the butter and sugar, add eggs, vanilla, baking powder, sift in flour, chocolate and some love; thirty minutes later the fragrant smell of my favorite Mississippi Mud brownies fills the air that my type of tumor won’t let me indulge in, but given as a gift to friends, I enjoy it vicariously through them.
(for Kathleen) you and I are sisters not by blood but by brokenness vulnerability, survival we believe that our loved ones are still with us as angels butterflies the verse in a poem we seek God for healing find unity in community we want to love and be loved be fruitful live with intention seek to find that which is holy where the sacred memories within our heart reside bear losses with a heavier weight because we experienced unconditional love and grieve its absence miracles happen in the quiet, unexpected moments as do blessings God’s timing brought us together to help carry each other through
where our story will end
when I decide to give up the cancer battle I will close my eyes hear surf splash against rocks imagine otters floating among waves feel salty air touch my face remember the essence of our love as we sat on a bench staring at the space between sea and sky
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