Annette Pisano-Higley > Writing | WritersCafe.org

My bum’s too big, And so’s my hair, I wish I didn’t have to care. My face, a wreck, My clothes, too tight, I am a veritable f..

Free verse, free verse Can be quite terse, Or running wild, Become a curse. And rhyme, and rhyme, Though so sublime, It’s many rules Ta..

We try so hard, try not to die, And in between, We cry, we cry. Delude ourselves, whatever for? There’s no escape, No magic door. We bleed..

If you could only see through my eyes, You would surely realize, How strongly my true love for you flows, How deeply my sweet love for you goes, ..

Though it would be Easy for me To never speak at all, And only write, Avoiding fights O’er words not meant to fall. ‘Twas not allowe..

Poor Troubadour, You peddle your new songs, On roads dusty and long, As you go door to door. Sad Troubadour, So sodden and rag-tag, Stars hide i..

We travel through, Purpose renewed, The mists of time, The mists of rhyme. And then we meet On winged feet, And pass a word That goes unheard. ..

Did you ever know me, I write my soul out For you, I write my fears out For you. Did you ever see me Stand in your footstep, Hide there, See..

Pins and silk threads and ribbons and bows, Women’s things, as only God knows, Bring her memories, she longs for those, So bright and cherish..

Some hope in the Alabama vote yesterday...