Category Archives: My Works

Thirst I want thirst. I long to feel the dusty,gritty dryness of need—the sticky, viscosity of bare—the aching muscle-tightness of thirsty. I wish I could only dreamof liquids.Of cool, refreshing splash—of hot, invigorating gulp—of tepid but satisfying swallow. If only … Continue reading →

The Mountains Do Not Call Me It breaks my poet’s heart to say it,but the mountains do not call me.I see that here, now, as I look,praise, salute. “Hello again, you.My soul’s been waiting,”and they do not answer.That’s when I … Continue reading →

More poetry. What’s that you say? MOAR POETRY! You got it! In my continuing celebration of National Poetry Month, today I’m reprinting my punny Shakespearean sonnet about the subjunctive, because I am a dork. (Those of you who’ve been with … Continue reading →

To celebrate National Poetry Month, I’m sharing a poem a week here on my blog. (Check out “Texas Rain” if you missed last week’s!) But before I get to this week’s poem–a creepy little thing–I wanted to make sure you’ve … Continue reading →

Texas Rain I feel the exact momentwhen still heat,thick with honeysuckle,gives way to fresh chillsmelling of rainthat hasn’t yet come.Thunderannounces lightningwithout pretensionand I swallow it all.This lifefar too thinnot to drink it down,and menever full. © Annie Neugebauer, 2018 Share … Continue reading →