You won’t see my eyes
across this divide
that widens
and deepens
each day.
My gaze is turned
downward
into the rift
where much that was
has slipped away.
Into the dark
of misaimed deeds
selfish wants
always needs.
Not convenient
if I bleed.
So pardon me
if our eyes don’t meet
the steps are precarious
below these feet.
I need my focus
on footing strong
on solid ground,
and grounded ones.
I know what lurks
behind those eyes
who make believe
with all those lies
that everything will be okay
and once again I’ll
look your way.
But keep your eyes
upon your path
of weblike turns
and sticky tracks.
And let me keep
my tired eyes
focused ahead
where my truth lies.
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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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