Author Archives: anna

“i don’t mind the weather i’ve got scarves and caps and sweaters i’ve got long johns under slacks for blustery days i think that it’s brainless to assume that making changes to your window’s view will give a new perspective”

Anna: Breaking chocolate is what I do, as you already know. I am here now, fussing about the impending semester and all matters attendant. I will be in and out of the office during the week but certainly in come … Continue reading →

“anything anyone does affects everything.”

where do our minds go when they’re out there on their own? no sense of sensual input no picture scent nor sound then light won’t shine trails won’t lead and waves won’t reach their shores. without a map or words … Continue reading →

“If there’s no sex, what’s the point?”

dear katherine, i had nearly twenty years to read your eyes, but i never got it right. you accepted life however it came…you were stubborn in your own way, i suppose, but for the most part you lived the lakeside … Continue reading →

her heart screamed but she remained tight at war with war and more torn skin and filthy.

“Deep in a Russian winter long ago, two old babushkas, thawing out a sack of frozen buckwheat seeds in a clay oven, discovered just how cozy the heated sack was when held close. They squabbled about who should cuddle it … Continue reading →

strange. dreams.

what did you think i’d give you, crap?