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'll remember your adagio kisses on my forehead. How for the first time in my life I actually wanted to give,how I wanted to give to you. O to apprehend this desire within myself--that it exists after all,all of my thirty-odd years.The desire to give of my body--without shame or anxiety, without fear or disgust,without... Continue Reading →
Le bac à sable Je suis du sable suspendu, lancée de ma boite perspective étendue au-delà de ma compréhensionau-delà de mes conceptions de la vieau-delà de mes convictions. Je suis du sable suspendu, lancée de ma boite! jeté en l'air éloigné de la terre de tout ce qui est carré et connu https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eNXAGYR2Yeg&t=7s The Sandbox... Continue Reading →
'Quand on aime, on n'a pas peur. L'amour parfait chasse la peur. En fait, on a peur quand on attend une punition. Celui qui a peur n'aime donc pas de façon parfaite.' 1 Jean 4:18 >Je réfléchissais à ce verset, 1 Jean 4:18. Voici les réflexions qui me sont venues à l'esprit. Que vous suiviez... 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 →
la louve à la lune ǀ the wolf to the moon 