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
Is there another way to stability beyond the 'conventional' tracks of work and marriage? As an unmarried, minority, millennial female with a limited income, this is the question I am asking these days. As the home--errr condo prices in my cosmopolitan of choice continue to rise, the idea of owning in the city, and one day staying put, feels ever... Continue Reading →
She's a romantic She's a [day] dreamer Looks every eligible guy in the eye and becomes a believer That he sees her and might be the keeper To keep her, in the next chapter she's ever promised is the "happy end"-- or at least "a valuable life experience to have under one's belt". She talks the talk of... Continue Reading →
This piece is in recognition of Black History Month and intended to be watched and heard, as a performance. As it is not intended to be read to oneself, the full meaning of each word or phrase, each with its intended tone, volume, and accompanying body language or pause, cannot be realized in the format... Continue Reading →
I'd like to re-write history. I’d like to re-write history because this narrative does not appeal to me. I look back on our collective infamies how they mar my identity how they reveal humanity uglier than we seemed to be uglier that we’ve… liked to think painted as something I am not proud to see... Continue Reading →
Sweet Like grapefruit juice Time with you Bittersweet I'd like to think more sweet Than bitter How 'bout you? Yes, always Slightly Bitter in The wind down To Goodbye For now at best But so sweet In the Hello How goes it Then How goes the rest Citrus bright And light Embrace The look of... Continue Reading →
la louve à la lune ǀ the wolf to the moon 