Lyn Anderson : Writing

sewn shut

sewn shut

A Chapter by Lyn Anderson


sometimes you read something that triggers a memory, sometimes sad ones
the unforever

the unforever

A Chapter by Lyn Anderson


just comes over me now and again
blankets of blue butterflies

blankets of blue butterflies

A Chapter by Lyn Anderson


and then there is you -- I hope I am done now.
I can't forgive you

I can't forgive you

A Chapter by Lyn Anderson


I am sorry I wrote this. I was reluctant to post it. I may take it down. It comes from the darkest of places and the most personal of pains.
I have to dance

I have to dance

A Chapter by Lyn Anderson


Kryptonite for the soul -- Today I part 2
The gift that keeps on giving

The gift that keeps on giving

A Chapter by Lyn Anderson


I hope, with this one, I can put the blue monster to bed for a bit. She woke up cranky and doesn't want to f* off. Thanks to Ted Kniffen for the revie..
Suicide's a b***h.

Suicide's a b***h.

A Chapter by Lyn Anderson


suicide is a monster, and I am angry.
The biggest moon

The biggest moon

A Chapter by Lyn Anderson


On this day, steeped in blue
Backward blue eyed glances

Backward blue eyed glances

A Chapter by Lyn Anderson


sometimes we see what we want to, and then again, sometimes not
A scream

A scream

A Chapter by Lyn Anderson


One of my oldest poems and still one of my faves. It was published in a literary journal called Event in Vancouver Canada in the 1990s.