Archive for ‘Alanna’

July 22, 2017


by Alanna

If I had a burrow

I would crawl into it

Make a bed of soft moss

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July 20, 2017


by Alanna

I was on my way to my studio

When dust bunnies began biting my ankles

Mold in the bathroom started to whine

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July 17, 2017


by Alanna

You are too sensitive

My mother says to my 10 year-old-self

I look at her quizzically, confused.

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July 12, 2017


by Alanna

When I  opened the door

It was like revisiting a book I had set aside

Trying to remember the plot and the main character,

Myself, and my part in the story

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July 3, 2017


by Alanna

It all started with an idea 


to a penciled entry on my calendar

Later changing to ink.

As the date drew closer and closer

Loose ends started appearing everywhere

Coming out of crevices

I didn’t know existed.

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May 29, 2017

First Migration

by Alanna



A sliver of a moon

Shimmered off my left shoulder

As we pumped our wings

Rhythmically, silently

Through the darkness of the frigid night.

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May 26, 2017


by Alanna

“Are we almost there yet?”1309f33c20927d222859100d29bb9db5

I whined to my parents as we motored down seemingly endless highways

punctuated with Burma-Shave signs,jack44

Jumbo Orange stands and other odd roadside attractions.

We traveled to the pace of a ’56 Chevy Station wagon

two-toned Red & White

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