The storm will pass
And you will leave the house and walk Until you find A shiny upside-down world left behind By the rain. You’ll want to fall Into the vice versa-world of What might be. However, you, Once a puddle-jumping child, Learned long ago That you can’t fall into the sky. And so you’ll look For the magic beanstalk seed That will grow down into the promised land At your feet. Copyright 2020 Anna Witte
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A little about myself:Hello there and thank you for visiting my website! I have lived in Spain, Mexico, France and the United States, but now make my home in Germany. I have a Ph.D. in Literary Studies and a Master's in TESOL, and have published several books for children, among them El Loro Tico Tango and El Fandango de Lola, a 2012 Ezra Jack Keats Honor Book. As a writer and an artist I'm in constant conversation with my own anxious mind even as I celebrate the joyful possibilities of our crazy, incomprehensible world. Archives
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