Meg AndersonI Didn’t Get The GrantLeaves break from their buds. Shards of white sky lay in the street. A bus grunts, a pigeon pecks a muffin, the muffin tumbles and I didn’t…Apr 19, 2022Apr 19, 2022
Meg AndersonDay OneCandles burn at my desk. It is a fresh day. A new day. “Day one,” I will call it. And I will assign a little leaf or a little rock or a…Feb 4, 2022Feb 4, 2022
Meg AndersonStarVoices swarm like an Exaltation of Starlings: shimmering, breaking against steal and glass, shattering and dispersing out to circle and…Apr 13, 2020Apr 13, 2020
Meg AndersonThe GardenGnats swing in the air against the the high-noon blue — shrub, green house, orange wheelbarrow. The gnats are like dust in the sun, but…Apr 13, 2020Apr 13, 2020
Meg AndersonTriumphant bunnySpira’s fish-tank is trickling — a glorified mechanical fountain, child-simple and child-pure, like an Easy Bake oven. The bunny, Spira’s…Apr 11, 2020Apr 11, 2020
Meg AndersonBubblesWhen Campbell’s Mom returned, she suggested, as if the circus were coming for supper, that her Campbell could show Meg (that’s me) his…Apr 10, 2020Apr 10, 2020
Meg AndersonWedding PeopleWedding people smell pretty. They are strolling now with their flowing evening sparkles and their high heels poking through the carpet…Apr 10, 2020Apr 10, 2020
Meg AndersonEmptyI sit. at 2.7 million miles per hour. Me and the Dole bananas, the Aloe plant, the amethyst, the dull yellow candle, the cup of coffee…Apr 8, 2020Apr 8, 2020