the black and white lives
on the silver screen
without the black
lives lived from a shallow perspective
turning generations into just that
black and white
without the black
without the truth
whitewashed
and repulsive
it’s hard for me to watch
what once used to bring me joy
now makes me sad
and fucking angry
about all the stories I’ve missed
all I’ve been denied
by the systematic oppression
of others telling their tales
fuck you
to all who’ve denied me
these stories
these histories
these tragedies
these beautiful colors
that make the tapestry
real
beautiful
real
you don’t control me anymore
you don’t – you won’t – silence me
against your fucking ignorance
a new story is on the horizon
And it’s in full color
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Author: Anne Celano Frohna
I have been writing for as long as I could hold a pencil in hand and would not feel complete without it.
And I actually made a meager living at it (and as an editor) for 25 years.
I worked for newspapers and magazines, in graphic arts and advertising, and wrote several local history books.
But I have also taught English in Japan, been a Nanny in Italy, worked in and for museums, was an Airbnb Superhost for four years, as well as an Etsy shop owner where I sold vintage items I found over the years of thrift and yard sales.
After moving to Arizona with my family in 2010, I completed a series of different writing projects, including two books of creative non-fiction:
Just West of the Midwest: a comedy
(Based on journals I kept during my two years as an English teacher in rural Japan.)
Within Close Range: short stories of an American Childhood
(Short stories and poems about growing up as the middle of five children in suburban Chicago.)
I've also written children's stories and continue to write short fiction, but have recently found my voice in poetry.
This blog, however, is where my greatest passion comes alive.
I am also a mother of two wonderful girls, Eva (23) and Sophia (21) and wife to one wonderful husband, Kurt.
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