Anna Moriarty Lev
Biography of Anna Moriarty Lev
Born and bred by giant turtles in Southern Florida. Began writing poetry at age eleven when a band of storm troopers landed in our turtle bog and taught me their language and brought the gifts of democracy and moondust.
Anna Moriarty Lev's Works:
several co-written and pulished in Ms. Wagner's third grade class, including the delightlful hit, 'The Cow that wanted to fly' and the holiday classic caveman-themed 'Da Nite Befor Krismas.'
Anna Moriarty Lev Poems
A Lot Like Me But Smaller
she looks alot like me but smaller this girl. she writes on walls
Ode To S'Mores
Oh the chocolatey goodness dark, sweet, and secretive melting over the puffy, gooey, hot hot marshmallow
My Dear Pablo
my dear pablo, do not leave me. i have counted on your words for so long tasting them.
You And Me
I remember your hands holding mine in the car as I sat in the seat behind you. And how you kissed my cheek
The Question Mark Stands Alone
the o and i are next to each other sometimes press one when i mean the other talk to you across the ocean be here and there, my friend.
Third Poem For The Stapler
The stapler teases me as i sit at this desk. he asks me, blankly, mouth hanging open,
sad trumpets pronouncing taking me to a place i can only almost reach. always wanting
People move forward when all it is is getting farther and farther away
i do think of you sometimes. there, accross so much water. it's strange to think that you loved me my pink face.
i wait for you. my lips thinking of your long freckled back to travel up and down. my neck is lonely for your mouth
Al Fin Del Dia
no puedo escribir. te quiero tanto. como puedo limpiar los dientes cada manana conociendo
I Got Run Over By A Bus
i got run over by a bus this morning. the tires were rolling over my stomach before the headlights could reflect in my eyes.
After You This Morning
i should have run out the door after you this morning and with the cold pavement pressed under my summer feet i should have kissed you, good. not to keep you, no -
I don't know why I am writing this here thinking maybe someone will read and understand. But I guess
My Dear Pablo
my dear pablo,
do not leave me.
i have counted on your words for so long
always they will lead me
chocolate chile rivers.
when will i see you?
know your voice