by Annaliese | Feb 4, 2022 | PRESENCE: Designs for Living, Writing Blog
I know many people who are so well versed in Edna St. Vincent Millay that they can tell you exactly what year she wrote a poem, the volume in which it birthed to the public, all kinds of quirky personal and professional stories. I’m not one of them. Taken July 2012,...
by Annaliese | Jan 12, 2022 | Essays, PRESENCE: Designs for Living, Uncategorized, Writing Blog
In this cold snap I am reminded of all the people who have no home and of an essay I wrote for Bangor Metro some years ago in a very cold January. At that time, I hadn’t heard from my brother for quite a while. He would never call if he were using, only when he...
by Annaliese | Jan 2, 2022 | PRESENCE: Designs for Living, Uncategorized, Writing Blog
Oh, our similarities, binding us across the globe and time whether we know it or not. But knowing would help for the future of our world. This is my grandson (12, taken this summer after not having seen him physically for almost 2 years). It’s one of a series I...
by Annaliese | Nov 12, 2021 | PRESENCE: Designs for Living, Writing Blog
Annaliese Jakimides, Through This Thistle of Virus, mixed media on board, published in Maintenant 15: A Journal of Contemporary Dada Writing & Art I’m reading Tuesday, 11/16, at 7 p.m. ET with 16 other writers and artists published in Maintenant 15: A Journal of...
by Annaliese | Oct 18, 2021 | PRESENCE: Designs for Living, Writing Blog
photo by Leslie Bowman In 2008, in the summer before Barack Obama was elected president, I went out to Vinalhaven with my friend the photographer Leslie Bowman to interview artist Robert Indiana, who turned 80 in ’08—”a good omen for a man who changed the...
by Annaliese | Sep 21, 2021 | PRESENCE: Designs for Living, Uncategorized, Writing Blog
my favorite photo of us This morning I posted on my love’s Facebook page. I don’t even have a FB page, but I posted for him for years, first when he was alive and some yoyo he hired wrote stupid stuff he would never say in a fake, page-written southern drawl he would...
