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 don't know if I can or if I can and won't Ideas, sweet like a dream Reality, a joke. Bitter in my mouth, the risk of hope not turning out to be I spit it out. Defiant toward what some call, "But 'tis your destiny!" My back now turned. Caught by my eyes the... Continue Reading →
In the darkness of my drawer there lies an ocean of icy waters, been long tucked away from sun. Yesterday, I let one pull upon the handle to find an iceberg toward depths unknown to fears unsung. Copyright © 2018 A.M. Wilsonne ---- C.S. Lewis, "The Four Loves" "There is no... Continue Reading →
From the sea he sees me on my rock...perched, thinks he, like a delicate song bird chittering, lovely,on the most outstretched branch of a tree,riding out a lively wind with grace,simply, and yet wondrously. No, dear mariner,This siren who catches your eye today,who captivates your mind from one thousand yards away,lying upon her bed of... 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 →
Where does one find confidence? In a jewelry box? In a book bought from a vendor on e-bay? Where does one find fearlessness? In lyrics? Sung to the tune of notes strummed by a pick on a guitar? Should I ask Taylor Swift? Where does one find freedom? On the frontier of the American West?... Continue Reading →
la louve à la lune ǀ the wolf to the moon 