Ann Fisher-Wirth: Empathy
In the long long bliss of the breastfeeding years, I belonged to that rocking chair where sun filtered through the window and the leaves of the summer pomegranate shifted slowly in the hot June air.
March 19, 2025 · 13 Comments
Ann Fisher-Wirth: Two Inaugural Poems
Before I lived in the South I had never
smelled road kill, that sweet sick
that climbs inside your nostrils
and colonizes your brain, so had never
thought about vultures.
January 22, 2025 · 15 Comments
Ann Fisher-Wirth: Prayer
Let the mothers rush toward their babies and wrap their arms around them tight enough to hold back even the sea if it would harm them. Let the anguish … Continue reading
June 19, 2018 · 1 Comment
Ann Fisher-Wirth: Riverwalk
I pass the post for the Veterans for Foreign Wars, on the San Antonio Riverwalk, where a scattering of people sit at picnic tables apparently waiting to eat, and a … Continue reading
November 19, 2015 · Leave a comment
