Archive for ‘Alanna’

July 16, 2018

The River Called to Me

by Alanna

The river called to me

With a voice born out of eternity

Fluent in all languages



By my sparkling water

A silver ribbon in a dark forest.

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Photo by the author

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July 12, 2018


by Alanna


It’s there

Sometimes buried under piles of laundry

Or dirty dishes

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July 1, 2018

Grey Zone

by Alanna

There is a space

Between endings and beginnings

A quiet valley

Full of swirling grey mist

All sense of direction



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June 18, 2018

The Letters I Wrote

by Alanna


The letters I wrote

were long-winded affairs

often written over a span

of several days


The letters I wrote

Documented the life of a young woman

Creating her own story

Capturing her memories through

Eyes of naivety and wonder


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June 3, 2018

Handprint on the Universe

by Alanna

Handprint on the UniversePut your handprint on the universe

Run through the cosmos

Hopping from asteroid to asteroid

Leaving your mark

Write your poems &

Draw your pictures on planets

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May 27, 2018


by Alanna


The somedays roll past

Like tumbleweeds on a desert highway

Piling up on fences

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May 15, 2018

The “It”

by Alanna

She wanted to know what the “it” was

A fair question to be pondered on a blog

Several commenters responded “YES, YES, where is the It?

It escapes me!


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April 22, 2018

Song of the Earthworms

by Alanna


The earthworms sing about rain

While we complain

Jolly songs as they move the soil

With their soft heads

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April 12, 2018

Seed Catalogs

by Alanna


They arrive like expected guests

In the days after the New Year

A steady parade of seed catalogs

All shapes and sizes

From varying corners of the country

Filled with beckoning colored photographs

Of fruit, vegetable, & bloom waiting to fill the garden

Ready to awaken the winter-weary to a fresh frame of mind

The possibilities of the planting season.

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April 6, 2018


by Alanna

The stray cat cries pitifully at the door

waiting to be fed

a feast of canned food atop dry

with a tiny bowl of fresh cream.

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March 27, 2018

My Mother

by Alanna


doesn’t want to eat much

take her pills



or remember I lived in this house

for half my childhood

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March 18, 2018


by Alanna

hook-111316_1920High School






marriage,  divorce,  marriage, child, divorce


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March 9, 2018

Take Your Earbuds Out

by Alanna


Take Your Earbuds Out

I am talking to you

Let me see your eyes

I am a human

Trying to connect with you

Another human


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February 19, 2018

Cartwheels on Couch

by Alanna

sochi-2014-262248_1920When I watch them on TV

in my warm house

those athletes a world away

flying through the air

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February 15, 2018

I Miss Rotary Phones

by Alanna


I miss rotary phones

the kind where you put your finger in the hole of the dial

rotating it clockwise until it stopped

then releasing it to get a satisfying

click , click, click as it unwound

taking up to several seconds per number

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February 11, 2018

Stray Cats on Porch

by Alanna

IMG_0037They come in the night

Wild-eyed, wary belonging to no one

caught in the netherworld

of feral and domestic

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February 3, 2018


by Alanna

kitchen4I have no granite countertops

nor hardwood floors

an old white electric range

and a portable dishwasher

do the cooking and the dishes

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January 27, 2018


by Alanna


“You could sell those”

a familiar phrase

then watch my passion

turn to drudgery

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January 17, 2018

Shoe Boxes

by Alanna

When I die he will find them

Decades of my life

Stored in shoe boxes upstairs

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January 14, 2018

Bird Feeder

by Alanna

bird-2729982_1920The Chickadee stated its presence in the branches above




I fill the old mossy wooden feeder that hangs from a tree limb

With an abundance of shiny, black, sunflower seeds

From the  bucket hanging on my arm.

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January 7, 2018

Lap Swim

by Alanna






Lost in a fluid world

Bubbles of air

Stream past my ears


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January 1, 2018

Farewell 2017

by Alanna

cat-2504739_1920The year 2017 slunk away

Like stray cat that lost a fight

Leaving bloody tracks and tufts of fur

In its wake


The flood waters have receded

Fires still burn to the south

Refugees across the globe pray for safety

The homeless seek shelter

And the men still beat their chests in Washington

Shouting over truth

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December 30, 2017

On This Last Eve

by Alanna


On This Last Eve

There are no more squares to fill

Nor pages to turn

Nothing can be changed

But how we act tomorrow

And how we think about the past.

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December 21, 2017

The Longest Night

by Alanna







The pages turned

one by one

and we’ve arrived at the end again

to the longest night, the chill of December

finding its way through our thick clothing.


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December 19, 2017


by Alanna

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I just said


Wild hairs sprouted

I chose to tend them

Now I have flowers.

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December 16, 2017


by Alanna


The fire burned hot

the memories of the stately tree wafting skyward

up through the chimney

to eternity

A century of shade and thousands of nuts

gathered by humans, squirrels & birds

is no longer

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December 10, 2017


by Alanna


Third row


Practice behind me

Audience before me

The piano preludes

The conductor cues

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November 27, 2017

Hands in Clay

by Alanna


When my hands touch clay

I lose myself

Deep in the soft, smooth sensation of mud

Sliding between my fingers

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