"Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry."
~Muriel Rukeyser

My poems are a reflection of my personal journey, my connection with nature, my way of reflecting on my work with those at the end of life and with veterans, my spirituality and connection with the Holy, and my thoughts on the universality of our human journey. I am a lover of poetry and read many poets, most 20th and 21st century. I sometimes emulate favorite styles in my work as I continue to develop my own poetic voice. Some of my works are gentle, some edgier. There is no right or wrong way to respond to anyone’s poems. If you find yourself having a strong response, I just ask that you be curious, seeing it as something to explore. If you are interested in exploring your own journey further through the use of poetry (or in general,) consider contacting me for spiritual direction.

Also, several of my poems (and a few photos!) have been published through Tiny Seed Literary Journal and are available to read online. The rest of my published pieces are in print and not available for download. If you would like to view the ones at Tiny Seed (which is a lovely organization, by the way), simply type in “anne richardson” in the search bar and my offerings appear. How fun is that!

(Please note no part of this work may be reproduced in whole or in part in any manner without the permission of Anne Richardson.)

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here is a taste of my latest following dandelion seeds substack, “tender wildness.” please click on the link in bio to read as there are some great links in the post. “tender. perhaps it is the full moon. the persistent rain and g
Winter Solstice, the Longest Night of the year, can be a time of reflection as Earth “stops” for a minute before tilting back toward Sun, days once again growing longer. For some, Grief and Loss can also feel more present during the long
as the nights grow longer, Grief of Winter’s past, reflecting how my experience of attending Becoming Monster and how Wounds can become portals is the lose weave of my latest Substack post, what is your language for Grief? i hope you will take
as we enter into these “thin place” days, i offer a vulnerable post. i hope you’ll take time to scoot over to Substack and read. also included are a few reflection questions so you can check-in with your heart, which i hope you are
my latest substack post (link in bio) is “being unsettled.” i touch on thresholds, emotions, the recent full moon, gratitude, wild introverts (now aren’t you curious?), lamenting, scattering seeds and more. here is a tiny taste&hell