Anna Joy BuegelLipI’m thinking of the time my mother outlawed a particular sweater (red, it was, knitted thickly with a cat or dog or some kind of animal on…Nov 14, 2020Nov 14, 2020
Anna Joy BuegelIn the HummingI know she loves me like a sister, curling a frame around and through and about the empty spaces between us and I was melted at the sight…Nov 14, 2020Nov 14, 2020
Anna Joy BuegelRootsThe trowel feels heavy in my hand and the bugs and dirt and dead leaves linger in my nose and on my skin; I rake the dry dirt with…Nov 6, 2020Nov 6, 2020
Anna Joy BuegelLaughter LinesI’m reading a collection of essays (“the closest thing to a journal”, the author purports) by G.K. Chesterton entitled “Tremendous…Mar 22, 2020Mar 22, 2020
Anna Joy BuegelJacketI missed him, my brother. I missed him long enough for my closet to be slowly overcome with black t-shirts and punk boots and leather…Mar 22, 2020Mar 22, 2020
