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Anna West

Pinned

In

Culture Club

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Anna West

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Dec 30, 2023

Winter’s Womb

A poem

Beautiful curly-haired hare under winter blossoms and full moon

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The Wind Phone

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Anna West

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Feb 20, 2024

The Creek

An essay

The Creek

In

Culture Club

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Anna West

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Nov 26, 2023

For Ukraine

A poem

For Ukraine

Anna West

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Nov 26, 2023

Silence

I stopped and listened to the silence, heard the silence, the noisy silence I heard the worlds within worlds, the noisy chatter of a…

Silence

Anna West

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Nov 18, 2023

Born Still

I was watching a gothic tableau play out from the corner of a hospital room. A pale girl lay on the bed below. Dark hair on white pillows…

Born Still

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Long. Sweet. Valuable.

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Anna West

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Nov 15, 2023

The Irishman

I never knew your name. I don’t need to know it to remember, your wild heart branded my soul.

The Irishman

Anna West

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Nov 15, 2023

The Pomegranate

I put a pomegranate in his hands. His hands once strong and brown, long fingered, now rested empty of life. Closed. Wrapped like torn paper…

The Pomegranate

Anna West

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Apr 23, 2021

Empty Skin Woman

One hot, late summer afternoon, three children playing down by the river thought they saw some frayed, sun-bleached cloth caught in the…

Empty Skin Woman

Anna West

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Feb 19, 2020

Silent Night ~ a Tanka

night, silent, breathing the sound of light touching earth kissing her sweetly silence caressing silence bringing forth its sound of love

Silent Night ~ a Tanka

Anna West

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Feb 8, 2020

Burned — a Tanka

the lucky country blackened, burned, devastated yet, in blackened soil radiant life reaches, blooms and with hope will thrive again

Burned — a Tanka

Anna West

Anna West

Traveller. Tea drinker.. Dreamer. Cook. Currently based in London determined to finish my first piece of creative non-fiction, In the Garden of Dark Flowers.

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