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
If you cannot follow my train of thought it does not mean that a train does not exist 'may be, it’s a train you haven’t ridden yet nor had an interest to. or life just never gave you maps through hills true to me as mine. as fashioned by a heavenward divine who made the... Continue Reading →
value, transcend utility purpose transcending amenity meaning transcends desires substance beyond material être we are not but material things formed mere material beings ignoble in existence but for aspirations and endeavoring être what of the sublime? are we sublimable? our essential invisible* to the eye? être how we call our... Continue Reading →
Sometimes, I put relationships in boxes- And try to figure out what their utility is –But meaning is not always discernible Maybe relating is being at the same time It’s not my job to know why or how now I’m having trouble being, just being with you. Copyright ©... Continue Reading →
Call me Jonah And 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 this.... Continue Reading →
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 →
