Author Archives: Anna Pizzulo Moyer
Here’s your book, I’m giving it back. I lack the time required to read The pages….through……to the end. Every word created wonder. Then again, Obligation is of no importance In literature; You never felt the same. So, here’s your book.
Oh, to do something, anything But, sit here doing nothing, emptying hours. Watching the lives of strangers and dogs Yes, dogs. The dogs of unknown people; Who will Forever remain the same? Nothing changes neither work nor life nor the … Continue reading
Having recently survived the dreaded kidney stone…I was inspired to write the following silly little verse: There was a rock It grew in me It wasn’t my choice to set it free It decided to move and used my pee … Continue reading
Worth does not show itself In sums or words carefully placed Upon a page It lurks in dark spaces Under the stove or behind a door Covered in the gummy filth Of forgotten dreams So sing lowly chambermaids with blackened … Continue reading
Nothing nothing nothing but this blinking blinking blinking No inking from my thinking The poet left the room.
And you will hold the door And I will walk away And you will stand and watch And I will be afraid And you will say good luck And I will say ok And I will be real brave And … Continue reading