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Imogene’s Notebook

Winter’s Womb

A poem

Dec 30, 2023

Beautiful curly-haired hare under winter blossoms and full moon

Dec 30, 2023

Published in
The Wind Phone

The Creek

An essay

Feb 20

The Creek

Feb 20

Published in
Imogene’s Notebook

For Ukraine

A poem

Nov 26, 2023

For Ukraine

Nov 26, 2023

Silence

I stopped and listened to the silence, heard the silence, the noisy silence I heard the worlds within worlds, the noisy chatter of a…

Nov 26, 2023

Silence

Nov 26, 2023

Born Still

I was watching a gothic tableau play out from the corner of a hospital room. A pale girl lay on the bed below. Dark hair on white pillows…

Nov 18, 2023

Born Still

Nov 18, 2023

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Long. Sweet. Valuable.

The Irishman

I never knew your name. I don’t need to know it to remember, your wild heart branded my soul.

Nov 15, 2023

The Irishman

Nov 15, 2023

The Pomegranate

I put a pomegranate in his hands. His hands once strong and brown, long fingered, now rested empty of life. Closed. Wrapped like torn paper…

Nov 15, 2023

The Pomegranate

Nov 15, 2023

Empty Skin Woman

One hot, late summer afternoon, three children playing down by the river thought they saw some frayed, sun-bleached cloth caught in the…

Apr 23, 2021

Empty Skin Woman

Apr 23, 2021

Silent Night ~ a Tanka

night, silent, breathing the sound of light touching earth kissing her sweetly silence caressing silence bringing forth its sound of love

Feb 19, 2020

Silent Night ~ a Tanka

Feb 19, 2020

Burned — a Tanka

the lucky country blackened, burned, devastated yet, in blackened soil radiant life reaches, blooms and with hope will thrive again

Feb 8, 2020

Burned — a Tanka

Feb 8, 2020

Anna West

Anna West

Traveller. Tea drinker.. Dreamer. Cook. Currently based in London determined to finish my first piece of creative non-fiction, In the Garden of Dark Flowers.

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