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
Inspired by Psalm 91 and Deuteronomy 1:29-31 I scramble up my Father's breast fingers buried in his feathered chest strokes of down engulf my arms and legs. I cling to Him, my Refuge, my Fortress, warm to rest. There nestled, though mostly shielded in the shadow of his valiant neck, misted sun rays reach... Continue Reading →
Hope To reach for hope To hold onto it sometimes it's like clutching an ice cube, or two But if I keep holding the ice-cold, tight in a warm grip, It will thaw. If I hold onto what will inevitably be-- just wait, wait: relief release God, give us the power to forgive, to thaw... Continue Reading →
rolling, the combine harvester of a tractor along the thick golden bristles of her field below brewing skies, churning soundless over the harvest something of the silent beating of the machine against the grain, like a steady drum, lulls the clouds hope appealing to distress hope appealing to distress when things uttered cause things of... Continue Reading →
I sing I sing each time I speak the melodies of words tumble rumble, bubble up and mumble as rivers from the quivers of my soul give birth to streams to streams into the forests of your dreams your dreams' threshold at your ears your ears, the words you hear bespell as babbling brook over... Continue Reading →
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=muWujslDNcw musty Sundays by the river's bank, we catch the breezes, letting snarls of laughter hiccup o’er lapping ripples from the boats shade sighs here and there in speckles ‘bove our sun-bleached locks while runners’ steps give rhythm to ever rustling green in this hot air sweat forms beads along my back bone, at least while... Continue Reading →
la louve à la lune ǀ the wolf to the moon 