Articles written by Anne Clifford

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark poems: 418 of 1148

The apples are all bruised Festering in the dirt A long forgotten orchard, littered with strange fruit Death to the taste An aborted embryonic coil Maggots burst the peal Spilling forth their fleshy bodies wriggling like ten tiny fingers rooting in the soil I imagine apples and pears Fattening like little Buddhas in the mid ...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Losing love: 9 of 18

The 4 stages of the bipolar relationship 1) I am in love for the first time and John has fallen in love with me. It is just like I have been told everything is easy and light. After a few dates he tells me he is bipolar. I don't run like most people would. I am absolutely fine with that. I suffer from depression and feel lik...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Longing: 293 of 397

I have looked for a man to lead me Tell me who I am Put me in my place I have looked for a man to want me With his absinthe eye and greedy embrace I have looked for a man to mother To spoon feed and paste together with rubber cement I look to you a man for identity for completion Past suffragettes please sit down
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death of a friend: 162 of 185

The day you died I shed a tear But mostly I was dry I wore your heath To cut the chill You always hated winter.