Anora McGaha, M.A.L.D.

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Poetry



To be or not to be a poet.

There's what we think we are.

And there's what you think we are.

I've been writing poetry since high school, with long dry periods, of up to ten years in between. When I start to write, there's a lot of content flowing. Life intervenes, or I meet an extra critical writer and get blown out of the field, and I stop. Hopefully we'll have a clean clear stretch of work through until the end now.


 


LossSongs


About relationships.
Status: Polishing.

Poem Titles & Favorite Lines

When the Rain Comes Down

"The rain has run its ground, when will you come to town?"


Grip of Fear

"Do not speak of lady friends, the grip of fear's not simple."


Dangling Heart

"You'll hang my heart and I'll have to heal it again, to seal it and en-whole it, until I don't give a shit..."


Gemstones

"Just someone pretty who sang his pain and caught my heart in his refrain."


Not Staying

"I'm always sad when you leave, but more, I'm sad before you come, because you always go."


Gods

"You wear the prize of my mother's son; your blue eyes stun me."


Resolute

"If I never... feel your eyes within my own, brace my wary breast against the ground of your chest..."


Illumined

"Your songs spring from my heart, like the ring of chimes at wind's start."


Making Sense

"You were trying to be true, to a principle, however changing,

the principle of you."



His Picture

"When I saw his picture, I saw us in dress, he in his tux, me at my best."


The Space we Take

"After we've gone ... we leave a hole the size of eternity."


Mediterranean

About growing up around the Mediterranean in the 1960s and 1970s.
Status: still writing poems to fill out the collection

Poem Titles

Traveler's Lament


"I’ve been traveling since I was two, that’s fifty years ago."
 

An Italian Shore

"Gray were the skies that winter’s day, at the villa they, her Italian family, rented by the sea."

August Again





Poet Sighs

About writing and reading poetry
Status: still writing poems to fill out the collection.

Poem Titles

A Poem Bomb
Pinning the Poem on the Poet



-Unnamed-

About aging
Status: in development.

Poem Titles