O Anna Niemus Poems

The sun's
slivers
disappear from
the river
...

They make pet food
out of puppy dog tails
and roadkill
and lamb entrails
...

Centuries ago
the Pope issued a papal
bull
to excommunicate those
...

Prosecutors pick up the stones
Jesus told the mob to put down..
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How I love you, Vitamin C

bouncer of the body's toxicity
...

How many sharp spokes were in Jesus'
crown of thorns? fifty? 100?
Yet arthritis is a tree of thorns
.. sometimes stabbing people
...

Nonmowing turns empty lots
through time into forests
Sometimes the most powerful actions
involve inaction
...

A beloved friend dreamt she was asking God yes or no about a situation
and used a coin.. which landed neither on its head nor tail
but straight up...
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She was that brand of
radical feminist
who hated men.
Then God gave her a dream
...

The narrator spoke
'She fed her 3 horses that morning'
Hippophagy...
a tragedy
...