Poems from Annette M Velasquez

Speculation- I know longer try to engage only human, still, it happens... A writer myself, I know the worn cliches of quirky, brilliant...
I wish that I had written down the writer's name but I don't even remember the publication- only that I read this while waiting in the...
Plump speckled hen clutched to my chest carried as a child or as some other heavy load. And my husband with the rooster, talons tied - we...
I've hopscotched cross-country riding Greyhound buses waiting in dirty terminals - those havens for drifters... And I recall my arrival...
The only constant is change - this a fundamental truth carrying us through transitions and transformations oftentimes upheavals all the...

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