Nan Williamson Poetry Collection
Pandemic poverty more floods and fires and here and there a Machiavelli who can smile and smile and be a villain.
Pandemic poverty more floods and fires and here and there a Machiavelli who can smile and smile and be a villain.
In the attic stands a cardboard mansion. I can relate to this wallpaper, slowly coming unglued inside this house.
A haiku is a very brief Japanese poem of 17 total syllables in three lines. Line one is 5 syllables, line two is 7 syllables, and line three is 5 syllables.
She gave her life to art while her lover was tortured in the wing. My father would stare at the long avenues ahead.
She held on, the nurses marveling at her tenacious strength. They declared that she was not letting go quite yet.
Anticipation is vulnerability. The looking-forward to small pleasures was getting him through these dark days of lockdown.
where the humanity around me dissolves into bodies and the humanity within me dissolves into mind.
Will my life be analyzed through a feminist lens? It sure as hell would be boring if you approached it biographically.
Marrying the kindest man you’d ever met still felt like a caging, only this time it was you who turned the key.