Annie Canavan

Editor back-issues, poetry

Seizing Optimism Tangled in a ruthless sea of anxiety and adversity, my lungs crave the cool clarity of the air but fail to conquer the destructive consistency of this hurricane’s warfare.   My eyes sting with the salt of my past, But still I see a glimpse of the light of relief. I struggle to make this speck of oxygen…

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