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the day that I finally (olly olly oxen) free'd my brain...
the day that I finally (olly olly oxen) free’d my brain i carried fifteen more pounds held three different hands, swallowed them shouted I SEE YOU when i rounded corners, when i sought and found the thought, the impulse, the hallucination i woke up and started counting the minutes and they ran, some straight at me, some biding their time, vowing to be the last one uncovered. thinking they were…
it took almost two hours of convincing me
that i was breaking in the way that was vital, jagged enough to pierce through my heartbeat unstable enough to be a fall risk an allergic reaction from me to me an infection without contraction yet still i was sick and finally realized it it took three warm blankets to make the shaking stop i’m not insane don’t strip search please don’t touch me the ceiling a spotlight that first room a twilight…
on mania
when i feel it, it’s a bright orange comet streaking through the white load of my laundry, soaking all my shirts, my underwear in fire, in tangerine. i am an acrobat on the clothesline, leaping from pin to pin, fearless and my hair laughing and dizzy. the grass is so far away, i jump and they become grandiose tip toe mountains. the air is lemon, there is no parachute, there is no worry in…
in-between
every month, i squat and drip red into the toilet bowl uterus wringing itself of blood like a sponge after supper dishes. every month, i see a reminder of what makes me a woman. the sick joke pouring out of me— the same body showing me that she is ready when she has already proven she is not. Anna Renee is a proud wife, momma, self-published author and spoken word poet originally from Michigan,…
siri can try to replace your mother—
your mindless, cold worry met with fret over internet searches screaming “you’re dying” instead of the warm cinnamon nurture, the “ohhh”, eyes crinkling with remember “i’ve been there before, try this…” the text that follows an hour or two later followed by another one “just checking in” chicken broth, hot bowl filled cradled in the middle crook of your chest this is how her words would feel to…
Listen: "Dali" by Anna Renee
Listen: “Dali” by Anna Renee
[su_quote] …Let me be The only portrait for your masterpiece… [/su_quote] “Dali” by Anna Renee Anna’s latest single, “Dali” is simply surreal, ethereal and just so…
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Los Angeles based artist AnnaRenee gives us her latest composition titled More You Wanna and we cannot stop listening to it! The soulful timbre of her powerhouse vocals capture and conveys genuine emotion. This is perfection in pop. Have a listen above and get to know her better!
Don’t you deny it You want this as bad as I do The more you try to fight The more that you want to
