Borderlands

January 15, 2018

 

I live in borderlands where cobwebs spin my fingers together
and sun burns the mark of earth on my tongue.
My home is two places and none.
Born here and there, speaking the languages of both,
my greatest fluency is silence.  My home is homelessness.
At night my body burns to paleness in the moonlight.
That light is my home.

 

 

Anne Walsh

Anne Walsh is a Poet and a Story Writer.
She’s been shortlisted for the Newcastle Poetry Prize twice and for the ACU Prize for Literature.
Her first book of poems, I Love Like a Drunk Does, was published by Ginninderra Press (2009, Australia).
Her work has also been published in the U.S., including a short story, The Rickman Digression, by Glimmer Train. Her second book of poems, Intact, was published in January 2017 by Flying Island Books.

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