Annis Saniee : Writing

Pantry Moths

Pantry Moths

A Poem by Annis Saniee


the larvae were born in a box of white marzipans,gnawing through womb-like webs:waxworm to weevil moth.they found me here.a plaid shirt in the closetw..
(Whisper)

(Whisper)

A Poem by Annis Saniee


Some twilightsopen,only breath and heaving.Belongings? Withered air.Tucked inside.Cherish the smallest of sounds, eventwirled hair.Angels never demand..
Confession of a Sleepwalker

Confession of a Sleepwalker

A Story by Annis Saniee


10-07-096:51 a.m.The instructions were unequivocal: we were to shut the whole thing down with extreme haste. Nothing was to remain. They didn’t..
Notes on Dwelling

Notes on Dwelling

A Poem by Annis Saniee


I am endless deaths, a mirror reservoir of infinite images, keyholes, openings, cracks in the floor to something more Nobody than Myself.Hearth: alche..
Swallows

Swallows

A Poem by Annis Saniee


Swallow the snow bank cachesthat overrode the gutters, thisexercise of winter. Their spillageover days, call itriver in slumber leaving pockets and fi..
The Ironsmith of Isfahan

The Ironsmith of Isfahan

A Poem by Annis Saniee


He (of nameless lineage) lifts a spear to the throat of the snake, like a torch to a salt mine--a ubiquitous terror. The ancient alchemistspurported t..
Loi Krathong

Loi Krathong

A Poem by Annis Saniee


Tonight the Big Buddha has stone cold eyesIn the fluorescent light the full moon provides.I wandered here. Thick exhaustTrails from sapphire smiles I ..
To Open an Envelope

To Open an Envelope

A Poem by Annis Saniee


A red fox doesn't compromisein the dead of night, whensecrets are shaved of extraneous fat.Don’t hide in these burrows,human: mockeryof a god, l..
Autumn Finds Us

Autumn Finds Us

A Poem by Annis Saniee


Echoes of orange cooled the fragrance of an ancient spell I sought through bare feet.I curled them around pine cones, their spiral temporalities. Fait..
The Snake Charmer

The Snake Charmer

A Poem by Annis Saniee


Pinch of a needle, roped: the Old Devil---a magician never shows his blade.Flurried castanets, feet turned foolsturned abject, then cruel. How sheerth..

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