You watched, patient, amused, but hurting too, by default, loving me, watching me struggle to remove the last stitch, the remaining threads, the tiny bits of armor.
I stand before you, now stripped of bark, no bite left, no fight, wholly naked always, for your eyes only, while everyone else sees a tall woman in a blue sweatshirt.
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Reviews of "Naked Under Fleece"
Reviewed by Gerald Grimmett (in memory of) (Reader)
Reviewed on May 10, 2004
Your entire collection of posted poems have such truth. It isn't everyone who can turn event, emotion, or a dull transaction into something very special. A unique ability to transcend the mundane which is the substance of most lives. This work is should be a guidepost for every poet before they tackle a sonnet or write song lyrics over a broken dishwasher, or heart, being of the same aesthetic weight.
You are not playing nice...Anne. Each of us sees what we want to see, real or not. I like how you used the fleece to give a soft side to the pain of openness and the absence of your armor. I think we see eye to eye on this issue.
Gary
Reviewed by Simon Thurlow (Reader)
Reviewed on February 29, 2004
What an original style and thought. Most enjoyable
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