Writing – Anna Flurry

Skyscraper Roots

Seedling growing from cracks in concrete tiles

We speak of pulling up evil by the root,
But it’s not exactly what we mean […]

Slow Growth

Image Description: Photo of several trees whose branches are permanently twisted from the wind, continuing to grow from solid grey rock against a cloudy background.

I am an oak sapling
Slow growth
My roots are deeper and wider
Than I am high […]

This is a Bad Poem.

Image Description: Photo of a white llama against a grey stone background at Machu Picchu

This is a poem I don’t want to put on the Internet.
This poem
(Like most bad things)
I will keep to myself. […]

Radical Meditation I

We are gardeners.

We take all of the rotten things of this world, and we join in communion with the worms and the wriggly creatures of this planet to creates the blackest, richest earth we’ve ever known. […]

break

we say:
“the world”
“everyone”
“everything”

is broken […]

The ocean will cry for me

When I have no more tears to give
Her salt water heaves
In great sobs of emotion […]

Infinite Tale

Image Description: Multi-colored yarn hanging from the ceiling.

We each weave intricate narratives
About ourselves and our surroundings
The little explanations and stories
Describing who we are to ourselves […]

Queer Joy, Queer Trauma, and the Media

The other day, I was watching yet another TV show that was benevolent enough to offer some queer side characters tucked into a mostly straight narrative, and in this particular episode, the queer characters actually got some screen time. The show I was watching was “GLOW,” and I was excited to spend more time […]

Up and Away

Image description: Yellow aspen leaves with blue sky in the background

My spirit quakes
Like a tremor of the earth
A snake
Sits in my throat
Winds its way down to my heart
And squeezes […]

The Impermanence of Smoke and Rain

We spent the week painfully suspended between the past and the future to the soundtrack of Whitney. The band, not the singer, because we were just counterculture enough that we could reject normalcy while still completing our degrees with distinctions. We were cliché, but […]