he stood there
at the side of the road
tapping his toes
waiting
for something to happen
something to change
someone to come
frustrating
but you can’t just stand
at the edge of the street
tapping your feet
hesitating
at the side of the road
with no where to go
with nothing to do
fading
either cross and move on
or turn back home
cause it’s easier there in the shadows
but he couldn’t decide
so he stood there and sighed
waiting and waiting and waiting
until all that remained
at the side of the road
was a worn out, old shoe
decaying
standing alone
beaten down by a life
of nothing but procrastinating
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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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