Archive for ‘Alanna’

December 3, 2018

A Festival of Light

by Alanna

Let the light of who you truly are

Shine bright

And may the world

Embrace you


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November 25, 2018


by Alanna


There is an awkward transition

From dreamtime

To wakefulness

Where the nightly journey in my subconciusis

Is interrupted when my eyes open with the morning light

I was on the loose in the netherworld of experiences and imagery

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November 18, 2018


by Alanna


Dead Line

Sprawled flat in your path

Like giant road kill

Small, undetectable from a distance

Looming larger and larger

Until its great heaving, behemoth body

Brings you to your knees begging

For mercy between pathetic sobs

And muttered excuses

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November 14, 2018


by Alanna


Name, address, telephone number


Index finger poised I scroll down the years




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October 28, 2018

Autumn Greetings

by Alanna

tee-1698288_1920Goodbye garden

Goodbye bugs and bees

Goodbye hot weather

Farewell weeding

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September 18, 2018


by Alanna


Rocks stacked upon rocks


Stone sentinals

Marking the way

When the path is unclear


The Inuits have a name for them


Theirs with heads, arms, legs

Human forms

Beckoning landmarks on the stark tundra

When the frozen landscape

Has nothing more to offer


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September 2, 2018


by Alanna

I should wake up earlier

Be more organized

Quit wasting time

Write more

Be more creative

Be more focused

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August 21, 2018

I’m in it Now

by Alanna


I’m in it now

An occasional place

Contained, devoid of mental challenge

But really quite comfortable

And very safe

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July 31, 2018

I Know a Place

by Alanna

IMG_0893I Know a Place

Where the flesh and bones of the earth

Are laid bare

Rippled muscles of relief

Carved by centuries of thunderstorms

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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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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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