oh this heat
makes me feel
like a chunk
of molten rock
cause damn, it’s hot
too hot for dogs
roads scorching paws
it’s way too hot
plants on the roof
wilt leaf to root
cause it’s so hot
pigeons from church
splash in dogs’ water dish
poor things are hot
even a breeze
offers little relief
it’s just as hot
cats hide in the shade
even kids won’t play
cause fun it’s not
the piazza’s deserted
espresso rejected
it’s far too hot
forecasts are gloomy
like sweat sticking to me
hot days won’t stop
take a ride on my bike
not in this torrid life
that gal, I’m not
a short, little stroll
beads gather, sweat falls
it’s fucking hot
serpentining down streets
seeking shade from the heat
but there it’s not
gonna stay here inside
cause there’s nowhere to hide
like it or not
cussing the sun
even after it’s down
it’s still too hot
there’s no release
when all round keeps heat
cause hot is hot
forests burning, people dying
warning signs they keep denying
it’s too damn hot
the world is on fire
like an effigy pyre
it’s hellishly
horribly
hot.
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/family chef 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 at thrift stores 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.)
But in the past few years, I have found my voice in poetry.
I am a mother of two wonderful girls, Eva (26) and Sophia (24) and wife to one wonderful husband, Kurt.
In 2023, with our girls grown and off on their own, my husband and I packed up our things and moved to the tip of Italy’s heel, to the Salento region, where I continue to work on my poetry, as well as a new fiction project, and indulge in my passion for mosaics - all of which you can view on my Instagram page @ acfrohna.
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