Marie H. AnneinMicrocosmWhere I am From (Gratitude)I am from this old house my grandfather built, from a beat-up wooden bench by the kitchen table someone once painted white, from the smell…Oct 12, 2022Oct 12, 2022
Marie H. AnneinMicrocosmGrandma’s HandsHer hands are wrinkly, the skin looking thin and tight. On her left ring finger are two wedding bands. Hers, and his. After he passed away…Oct 3, 20221Oct 3, 20221
Marie H. AnneinMicrocosmWelcome to AmericaWe have just been released from an immigration hold at Memphis Airport.Sep 20, 20221Sep 20, 20221
Marie H. AnneinMicrocosmThe Smell of EvilIf he moves any closer, I’ll show him my teeth. If he takes just one more step, I’ll add a growl.Sep 5, 20222Sep 5, 20222
Marie H. AnneThe Airport StoryThe plane was on final approach, and she was tiptoeing through the shards of her thoughts. The city behind the window, the place she has…Aug 27, 20221Aug 27, 20221
Marie H. AnneinMicrocosmButtonsThe buttons flew to the ground in all possible directions. Some rolling, some twirling a little, and then falling flat. My eyes follow the…Aug 16, 20221Aug 16, 20221
Marie H. AnneinMicrocosmWelcome to Hong KongHe met me at the airport. At first, I couldn’t find him. He was firing off text messages in rapid succession.Aug 13, 20221Aug 13, 20221
Marie H. AnneinMicrocosmThe KissI run into the bedroom and lock the door behind me. I feel calmer, instantly. I sit on the bed and close my eyes. I might as well make…Jul 18, 2022Jul 18, 2022
Marie H. AnneinMicrocosmA Global BackyardI grew up in Prague, in the seventies and eighties. Life sometimes felt like trudging through molasses.Jul 17, 2022Jul 17, 2022
