Author Archives: Annie Neugebauer
Thirst
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
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
If, Indeed
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




