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
God is good... but I am exhausted. --- And so was he--exhausted. Exhausting his final breath in a forceful cry at the moment of unmerited abandonment by God himself restrained by his own mutilated hands and feet naked and humiliated violated by the very souls for whom he would secure salvation by the very souls... Continue Reading →
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=geN2r_JRs7A Call me Jonah. O Lord, have mercy. may I be thrown into the sea. heck, I am already there. may I be swallowed and spit out by a whale. Yes. heart turned, but for me, also placed wherever the hell I am supposed to be? because honestly, God, I am kicking, and You know... Continue Reading →
Some days, I feel more alive than others. Some days, I feel like the walking dead. Today, right now, life rushes through limbs to my brain, and I'm writing a poem of pain that's, for now, gone away. To get out of my head, even onto paper, to get out of my head and take in,... 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 →
As I lie in my bed and stare at the ceiling, glasses off and no point of focus,I think of how I am trying so hard to keep above waterAnd the tears well like a tide and run down the sides of my face Copyright © 2018 A.M. Wilsonne https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U70rTYa5iz4 "Some hearts are built on... Continue Reading →
la louve à la lune ǀ the wolf to the moon 