photo by kevin berger
Annette Sugden is a Los Angeles reluctantly uprooted to the Arizona desert writer and sometime sort of artist/photogrpher/performer who also studies Kabbalah and works with kids on the autism spectrum. Annette was born in Portland, OR and grew up in easern Washington state, the San Francisco Bay Area and Seattle, WA. Besides Los Angeles and the above places, she has also lived in various towns in New South Wales, Australia; London, England; Vilnius, Lithuania and the outskirts of Peoria, AZ. She studied theatre at the University of Washington and Cinema at San Francisco State University. She studied dance at the Oakland Ballet where she appeared in the Nutcracker two years in a row. Up until the age of 12 she was on track to become a professional dancer until a knee injury slowed things down. Dance is still a passion and a sometime hobby. Her work has appeared in various publications including poeticdiversity, Gentle Strength Quarterly, and Beyond Baroque Magazine. Her writing has been nominated for a Pushcart and Sundress Best of the Net Prize. She has been a featured poet/performer at various venues in the greater L.A. area. She now resides and works in southern Arizona near a lot of giant cacti and several coyotes.
Are You Chasing Other Tales While I Write Mine?
All the dogs are napping in my room as I study the Great Abstraction.
Some say it starts with a G. Others use letters; sigils and books; books; books
full of tales and strings
string along; bind my own abstraction to my body; embody heavy
rules; all wrong or maybe not. Endless -- don't use words like "longing"
could be cliche or lead to other abstractions. Contemporary poets frown
on abstraction; the classics are full of it. This was before love; war; evil;
G-d became cliche; taboo; along with the moon and red things like blood
or pain. Don't write about the devil or Darkness and certainly do
not use the name Satan or you will be confused with evangelicals
(is that an abstraction)? It gets mispronounced
anyway. Now the canines' tails are wagging. You like mine
in the air; bury yourself deep then deeper; watch yourself move
in; out of my own personal expletive but don't look
me in the eye; avoid revealing your abstraction to mine and/
or vice versa. This could be something or it could be something
else. Turn a hard right; then make another left and unveil
the proverbial abstraction. But
this would involve definitions; meetings and more
abstractions; possibly even cliches. The dog in me
mates with the one in you. I gave you my body
because I hide my mushed up wreck of a heart. Shower
you in comfort and pornography (oops, possible
abstraction); never ask too many questions. I can't
help myself. I'm afraid
of abstractions. Okay; that's a lie. I don't say I don't
want to get hurt. You're already in me; inspite of myself.
Did I open too much? I'll ask the abstraction. His answer is
Silence -- another cliche or is it
also an abstraction? Try the moon; or love; or all things red;
then The Thin Man, Asta and other dogs but never other men
and never this...never enough
abstraction followed by more abstractions then the end
abstraction. Shall I go on? or just on and on? cliche G-d
and dogs say goodnight or howl or possibly "let's party"
where did that come from? Put my ass in the air like
I just don't care to receive
your big; hard vulgar abstraction. I'm ready cliche baby for
rough abstraction. Thanks it's all been...