Sara Anne Noah

Sara Anne Noah is a social justice/ animal rights advocate who uses poetry as an outlet for coping with the day-to-day struggles
of life with a non-visible disability.  Her goals include: Willie Nelson covering one of her songs, Keanu Reeves starring in a
screenplay she's written, opening a vegan (green) McDonald's, and living to the age of 117 (and dancing every day she can).  
Sara received her MA in Interdisciplinary Studies from Naropa University.  www.myspace.com/saraannenoah

Eventide

I do up yesterday's dishes
Write a preamble to my consciousness
Exhale as I come up in cat stretch
And revise my intentions
On this cobbled soul road



Center

I've the strength to finish the task
Provisions for my journey
Though my body has been cleaved in two
Right hemisphere utterly separated from left
There's only one way to reunite
It always comes back to the breath



Button Rock

It is ripped in stone
At the very top of the mount
Some lingering snows form a pool
Tepid waters work wonders
For an inflamed heart
Burned by desirous wanton need

Touriste

Left bank lizard
Rive gauche warrior
Only Americans go jogging in Paris
So I gave it up and started smoking djarums
I am not remarkable
But I wonder where my ancestress lived
Before she left, departed for the new world
After her parents were beheaded
Her only possession, a table,
Strapped across her back
She walked countless miles
On her journey
Thinking of a future land
Dreaming of love
And a place without guillotines



Mirrored

Caught a glimpse of myself
Raven-clawed and peacock-feathered
I'm taller than I think
I need to remember what I look like
So when my mind fogs over
I still recognize the woman with dark hair
And blue eyes, a kind smile
And hint of mischief
Resembling the noble chieftaness
Whose likeness I mirror
A great great grandmother
Whose name I no longer know
But whose memory I carry