This house
now weighs heavy on my heart
where once was light
we nurtured from the dark;
where when we moved ourselves
within these walls,
neighbors turned to friends
and friends turned all.
Where varied folk
met on this dusty road
and found a kinship
worth a weight in gold.
But years have passed
and seeds have scattered
and once things did,
but now don’t matter.
Cause when the world
was forced to shift,
what was once,
no longer fit.
And as the view
began to change
and i unchained
the new within,
these walls –
this world –
became a cage
guarded by a new found rage
of my own making.
And it started me thinking.
Now new worlds lie in wait.
My love and I
can feel the weight
lifting
and roots
shifting.
And this,
our beautiful home,
our past,
lovingly
and finally,
releasing.
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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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