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
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mL8DaS5UGd0 How old was I when I buried my womb? How old were you when you started digging? I don’t remember,but I’m older now--I’ve been torn about lookingfor the unmarked grave where I hid it. Why now must the lost be re-found?Why return to this clearing of trees? I know why, though I'd rather not... Continue Reading →
Revision, January 28, 2021 "Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit." John 12:24 one seedone deatha prospect of new lifeof new mornings from fresh mourningif first, I make it through good-bye--through this night, throughthis winterpast... 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 →
My spirit, trapped in the damp mud, under a rock, with a crack of light to see the overcast sky, to let the ground water rush in and fill what empty space is left. I gurgle the air that remains to breathe, but can't yell; I'll run the risk of drowning in this puddle. Eventually, the... Continue Reading →
la louve à la lune ǀ the wolf to the moon 