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
Attention: If you’re embarrassed when your doctor asks you to describe, in words, the symptoms of the very ailment that brought you into her office, you may blush at this. If you’re cool with that, I think you may have fun :). If you’re unsure, I dare you! This piece is intended to be performed. ...... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
Murder, she wrote. "Courage," she purred. Daring, she dared to play the rat. "That cat's got a tongue quick as a match! kindled the roof! lit it on fire! burned the house down and ran rumors wild!" down on the low, no one knew why-- Why did she snitch? Switch from the lie? Turn on... Continue Reading →
la louve à la lune ǀ the wolf to the moon 