I
she wants
to bite his
cherry tomato lips
seed them transparent
until they overflow palms
wet wrists
maim arms
cross clavicles
taint neck
insect mouth
dry on tongue
II
she wants
to wrap soft
in hair bending triumph
seek what is beneath
the dream of a
sleep tufted cheek
stalked and deep green
thin-pressed like
flowers cupped and buttered
against the heat of
an inked page
~ Anne Sorbie
Anne Sorbie was born in Paisley, Scotland and […]
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the wind blew strong
vibrato held notes
on michigan’s lock
until your voice reached
over my shoulder
and spoke my name:
I jump screamed
at the sound
~ Anne Sorbie
Anne Sorbie was born in Paisley, Scotland and she lives and writes in Calgary. Her fiction has appeared in journals such as Geist and Other Voices. Anne’s first novel, Memoir of a Good […]
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your poems catechize
in waves of voice
that boil over dry sand
in bubbles of body and blood
~ Anne Sorbie
Anne Sorbie was born in Paisley, Scotland and she lives and writes in Calgary. Her fiction has appeared in journals such as Geist and Other Voices. Anne’s first novel, Memoir of a Good Death, is forthcoming (September 2010) […]
Filed under: Anne Sorbie by akublik Date 23 February, 2010
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the poet
in his garden
plants heart
seeds that burst
like the brilliant blue
of Vancouver rhododendron
engenders gifts
that explode in arches
over cherry blossom roads
~ Anne Sorbie
Anne Sorbie was born in Paisley, Scotland and she lives and writes in Calgary. Her fiction has appeared in journals such as Geist and Other Voices. Anne’s first novel, Memoir of a Good Death, is […]
Filed under: Anne Sorbie by akublik Date 23 February, 2010
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after a sleepless night
I sit here alone with you
by a cold window planed
wonder why I’m surprised
great men wrote epics
about love and disease
especially of the choleric kind
until recently I imagined
my passion was words
yours speak of longing
dreams and vine-climbing women
perhaps the polaric spell we’re under
relies on our shared intimacy
and thirst for the requited
~ Anne Sorbie
Anne Sorbie was […]
Filed under: Anne Sorbie by akublik Date 22 February, 2010
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