Reading My Life at Vox Poetica



Winter birds.

The birds that stay.

I’m ready to find myself
in a city I don’t know, amongst people who
don’t speak
or won’t speak my language.

Things I like to talk about in poems.

I’ve got a poem entitled Reading My Life over at Vox Poetica. It’s sort of appropriate since I’ve been feeling sort of anxious and angst-y lately. Like I’m ready for a do-over.

All the same many thanks to Vox Poetica for accepting it.

By Ally Malinenko

I live in Brooklyn which is good except when it’s not which is horrid. I’ve been writing for awhile, and have some stuff published and some stuff not. I don’t like when people refer to pets as their children and I can’t resist a handful of cheez-its when offered. I have a burning desire to go to Antarctica, specifically to the South Pole so I can see where Robert Falcon Scott died. I like to read books. I like to write stories and poems. I even wrote some novels. You can read them.

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