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
28 days and blood let run independent of any decision on my part but I run out of temper, out of hindrances to the words behind my tongue and these days, you know exactly how I feel multiplied by as honest as I should have been two weeks ago when you shared the news now... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
Would the air hurt youWould the bird clip you r petalsWould the caterpillar find you beautiful-beautiful and delicious to consume,to digest Would you and the extension of your flesh,open to the elements, displayed splayed unto the world,finally signed-on to participate,meet death To bloom,is it less painful than to regret regrets?than to resist the outing of... 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 →
la louve à la lune ǀ the wolf to the moon 