I am co-Author of The Ghosts of Anne & Sylvia, a collaborative poetry project with author Jasmine Paul. I adore pushing my limits as an artist and cannot get enough of emotional viseral images. All poems featured on this site are excerpts from the book.
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Amber LaParne is a member of All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical and Western United States Artists and Photographers.
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You betray me nightly, branching out of your child bones with elegance, slender elm trees nonchalantly carving the lines of my mouth deeper with each gentle breath. Your tiny hands slippe…
they said / anne, flee on your donkey as you spooled through / their antiseptic corridors / dimly lit castles / of Lysol and lithium I fell into your world / of doc…
let us speak as sisters do, foreheads / touching / on the sun dried sheet as the light stumbles evening into / its fine wide hands / there is no universe, but this bed Soon enough it will be tim…
Jasmine, I am headed underground to the cool still blue silence to those layers of glass finely ground sugar under my belly a slow sigh of black water. Some nights it bubbles like c…
All your pink dreams come fluttering / Down the slope of your new breasts, / the swell of your belly not quite a moon yet / soon it will be ripe; / full like the curve of a wave at it’s perfect cres…
May is when the fish bite / I feel amphibian, with my neoprene waders / the sway of the line / popping silk wire flies on the river.