In a Vessel

Ball Jar

Dreams like fireflies in a vessel

longing to be free – to escape

gasping for air in the jar holding them captive

until the dreamer releases them

they fly away

free – to be realized

to be acknowledged

be seen – be heard

like words on a page

until they are read

read with the heart

fireflies and dreams – fly free

fly high

to become the dreams that were dreamt by the dreamer

© Anita Adams 9/11/17

AWA Women’s Study Project

 cropped-window-light-iii.jpgInvisible Me Study by Anita Adams – first conceived in 2015, rev. 2017

 Objective: To give women of all ages, ethnicity, economic, educational or sexual orientation an opportunity to be heard either by poem, quote, short story, prose or statement a voice using the AWA (Amherst Writers & Artists workshop method), or by an invitation and agreement to share their voice in response to two Writing Prompts.

Number to be interviewed:  Interview 50 women ages 18 & up

Documentation Noted/Published:

  • Name of Writer (in whatever manner the Narrator/Writer chooses)
  • Age
  • Statement/Poem/Prose/Short Story
  • Ethnicity
  • Region or Country where Participant grew up.

Authorization/Release Form: Complete, sign and return the attached Authorization/Release Form for publication purposes (to be sent separately).

Publishers to be considered:  AWA Press, Hazelden, Alfred A. Knopf, Self-Published

Contact for AWA Prompts:

Please respect the originality and personal property of this project to be solely that of Anita Adams aka AAdamsLLC. All communication and offers to assist with its fruition should be directed to Anita Adams first. Thank you.

Remembering a Death

dying feels like drowning

the body slows down

listening for the breath

listening to the heatrbeat

drenched in sweat

longing for oxygen

struggling silently to breathe

all the while there are those around them – praying, comforting, believing they are ready to let go, telling themselves that this is the way he or she would want to go

gurgling, heart pounding, seeking oxygen

here comes another shot of morephine

asking themselves while holding their breath is this when he/she will let go

is this really how he/she or I would really like to let go

a hole is inside of me – my breath is shallower than normal, I have to remember to breathe

she said she was ready

he never said so in those concrete words I’m ready to go

he blew kisses instead as we said goodnight.

©Anita Adams