M. Anne Sweet – FEMININE COLLECTIVE

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They Don’t Tell You That You Can Never Leave

The First

On A Dime

The Bitter Tree

What Depression Tells Me

Mother

January 3, 2019January 6, 2019 M. Anne Sweet

I am what she once was She empties her hand in mine grips the buzzing bee hip and knee replaced the bone cup that birthed us broken this bone cradle fails her eighty years spent in its hammock bruises surface yellow and brown A rat terrier snaps at my leg Read more

Listen to Your Mother

November 26, 2018November 26, 2018 M. Anne Sweet

I am your mother the birth-blood on your forehead a fedora the milk nipple a trough gone dry I am coyote cry that curls from your throat spittle that chokes your forlorn moan the wolf’s rattling howl I am Pontius Pilate the hammer the nail the washer of feet I Read more