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Carole Anzolletti

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Carole Anzolletti is the author and illustrator of the book of poetry/prose titled "Whispers of the Goddess". This collection of work was published in 2009 after ten years of collecting words and images to suit the authors permission into the first volume.

Ms. Anzolletti actively writes and loves painting, photography, and walking through the forests of New England. She also is intimately connected to the seashore where she routinely adds to her other poetry collection "The Mermaid Chronicles".

Currently she is the author of "The Quit Smoking Express". She enjoys assisting those who truly desire the need to stop smoking and understands this particular addiction intimately as an ex-smoker of 17 years.

Mother of three gorgeous boys and wife of Mr. Anzolletti, Carole juggles her time between them, writing, painting, creating...and waitressing at a local restaurant.

Recently attaining her Karuna Master Practitioner Reiki attunement, she is constantly aware of the energies and currents of those around her and strives to understand and enhance the knowledge and techniques she has learned.

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  • ...The Pumpkin Patch...
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    ...The Pumpkin Patch...

    11 days ago

    Poetry happens when you drop fruit on the floor...five-second rule, apple skins shed on the cutting board...a simple act of recycling activates a string of associations from not so long ago...

  • Dismembering Innocence
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    Dismembering Innocence

    2 weeks ago

    On the train to NYC last week, I read an article about a mother and father. I knew when I finished it, it would remain harsh and sharp in the corridors where I keep the horrors like Jon Benet Ramsey.

  • ...Million Dollar Fury...
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    ...Million Dollar Fury...

    3 weeks ago

    I have learned in these amazing last several months that meditation, music and writing can cure just about anything and everything, even my dreadful low laying fury, even my deepest darkest rage...

  • ...Appraising the Avalanche...
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    ...Appraising the Avalanche...

    6 weeks ago

    ...the energy of storms always evokes a poetic rumination and this blizzard like day is right in tandem with my flash of insight...

  • ...Introducing the Masochist...
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    ...Introducing the Masochist...

    6 weeks ago

    ...there is but one Resolution for this new year...Fear does not lead the way...As the January sun mingled with a verse of a song, the poem began its spiraling dance around my mind and into my psyche

  • ...Kaleidoscope Horizon...
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    ...Kaleidoscope Horizon...

    2 months ago

    ...Recently Augusten Burroughs mentions "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" playing in the funeral parlor where his best friend is being laid to rest. It has been coming up almost daily since then.

  • ...Cynical December...
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    ...Cynical December...

    2 months ago

    Tonight's poetry comes from inspiration caught while driving, a first line or two echoing over and over so hard and loud in my mind that I briefly think about pulling over to the side of the road...

  • ...Black Forsythia...
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    ...Black Forsythia...

    2 months ago

    ...in my poetry today I relay the oxymoron of a flower that is pale yellow but black in my recollection behind a barbed wire vision that loves to twist its way up through the soil of my memories...

  • ...Metallic Totality...
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    ...Metallic Totality...

    2 months ago

    There are days I am writing before I am awake. This is how it is proven to me, petitions set out into the night are answered under the cover of elusive dreams before the light on the ridge of dawn...

  • ...Above the Road...
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    ...Above the Road...

    12 months ago

    ...The black crows against white snow silent and sly watching the roads waiting for death raucous shrill cries echo along branches I love them black winged messengers...

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