these texts are an archive of my life in the San Francisco Bay Area from march 2007 - march 2015. it stands as a record of close to a decade of my life, charting the struggles i faced as an artist, daughter, and lover. messy and chaotic at times, eloquent and poetic at others, these texts are an index i am proud of. it was here in this electric box that i learned how to be honest about my experiences and the person i needed to become. it was here that i first learned the truism that words make the world and how to trust such a beautiful, rife, hard fact.

thank you for meeting me here in such tall grass.


my artist website is here.

Jan 22, 2010

4 days

i saw the fast-moving clouds and thought "i love you".

the hail dropped down heavy and furious.

i learn words i don't want to learn.

the shattering that follows a reckoning.

wolves among the quail.

we are all mortal here.

the trees and sky and fields are grey white.

i sit as still as a cup. i collect

a dreaded logic.

i open to a hail storm.

i told the clouds "i love you".

we are all mortal here.
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2 comments:

Elisabeth said...

Wonderful poetry: to sit 'as still as a cup'; to declare your love for the clouds.

You have such a powerful imagination, Angela, not only for images but for words.

You are twice blessed with talent.

January 23, 2010 at 3:30 AM
angela simione said...

thank you, elisabeth.

an accidental poem but every line of it true. the clouds here cross the sky faster than i've ever seen.

January 23, 2010 at 2:32 PM

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