Anne Tammel

"There is a place

between the dark

and the light

where we often rest,

knowing we do not need

to choose sides...

a silken sheet

wrapped around

our barest selves

in the early light…"

"And you

poet-dreamer

rising in the sky

above proliferative ashes,

singing, dying

so very many times…

I dreamt I met

with you

in those clouds..."

"I wait

an endless amount of time

until our lives

have become dust

and history,

and red silk journals

are covered

in sweat

and secrets…"

Author of fiction & poetry﻿

Author of fiction & poetry