G. Anthony
CONTACT:
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https://www.homemadeauthor.com
G. Anthony
P.O. Box 171,
Fond du Lac, WI 54936
BIO:
G. Anthony is a North Woods poet and author dedicated to healing and self-discovery through words. Drawing inspiration from the serene Wisconsin landscapes and his personal journey marked by resilience, G crafts deeply introspective and emotionally charged poetry. His debut collection, Nobody’s Words, arose from a 90-day writing challenge, capturing raw experiences of mental illness and the long road to recovery. Committed to authenticity and connection, G’s writing provides hope, blending profound truths with relatable imagery. When not writing, he finds solace in nature, striving to inspire others to embrace healing and self-compassion.
PUBLICATIONS: Nobody’s Words
Poetry
Air and Echoes
I sit across from you,
Though your chair is empty,
I let my thoughts fill the space,
Imagining your hazel eyes,
The way they smiled without care.
Your lips mouth words
My mind made them say—
“I love you. I miss you.”
I whisper back,
“In the worst kind of way.”
And then, you’re gone—
A breath of air,
A memory misplaced.
Tears fall, cleansing confusion,
But I forever invite your intrusions.
I wait for you still,
In every empty chair,
And though I know it’s just air,
I fill the silence
With your echoes.
Formless
Obscure energy,
a thought before the spoken word.
The Void—
our canvas;
in the beginning,
everything was conceivable.
From darkness,
the birth of light.
Our birth,
a promise of light.
Our light,
blinding,
as darkness,
is blinding.
Noisy world,
growing, learning,
deciphering chaos—
this is life.
Life spent trying,
crying out,
craving light,
fearing darkness,
avoiding the balance.
Our journey,
resilient, teetering,
threading needles
of endless emotion.
Our light,
cyclical,
until the day it dims.
Darkness,
the Void,
mother to
all living light.
Inherently seeking
the unseeable,
fearful of necessity,
incessant thought.
No fault to
our world,
our creator,
the womb.
Our Universe—
vast blackness;
our eyes,
the stars.
The light
among the darkness,
our life,
a visible contrast.
I see you,
yet I cannot.
Your eyes, the stars,
my grand canopy.
You are
obscure energy,
moving upon
the water.