la louve à la lune ǀ the wolf to the moon
Original works of poetry, fiction, creative non-fiction and essays by A. M. Wilsonne
I’d rather be wrongthat You might be glorified.Your yoke is easy and your burdenis light.Your burden is light.My yoke is perfection. My burden?Direction.My burden is running from death asthough running could stop it.My burden is running from endingsendlessly. My Lord, I am a daughter ofdemocracy, of equality, of liberty. As your servant, your subject,surrendering my... Continue Reading →
Revised: 4/21/2023 if you cannot follow my train of thought it does not mean that a train does not exist it does not mean my journey and my testimony of what I’ve seen and known and lived is not legitimate validated solely by your witness or your precedent if you cannot conceive a life like... Continue Reading →
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mL8DaS5UGd0 How old was I when I buried my womb? How old were you when you started digging? I don’t remember,but I’m older now--I’ve been torn about lookingfor the unmarked grave where I hid it. Why now must the lost be re-found?Why return to this clearing of trees? I know why, though I'd rather not... Continue Reading →
28 days and blood let run independent of any decision on my part but I run out of temper, out of hindrances to the words behind my tongue and these days, you know exactly how I feel multiplied by as honest as I should have been two weeks ago when you shared the news now... Continue Reading →
I'll remember your adagio kisses on my forehead. How for the first time in my life I actually wanted to give,how I wanted to give to you. O to apprehend this desire within myself--that it exists after all,all of my thirty-odd years.The desire to give of my body--without shame or anxiety, without fear or disgust,without... Continue Reading →
la louve à la lune ǀ the wolf to the moon 