Welcome to the Official Blogspot for Leigh Ann DiDomenico, MA aka ANNHGIEL!!

Welcome to the Official Blogspot for Leigh Ann DiDomenico, MA aka ANNHGIEL!!
"The Angel with the Crooked Halo"


Leigh Ann is multi-talented creative freelance professional. She specializes in performance poetry, hosting, modeling, acting, and mixed media visual art. Leigh Ann is a COMMERCIAL, BEAUTY, and PETITE FASHION MODEL and ACTRESS and is available for PAID PRINT, TV, and FILM shoots. Will gladly TRAVEL (expenses paid) for work! Leigh Ann is also a nationally ranked SLAM POET, placing 3rd in the nation and 2nd in the west coast region, and is available to FEATURE at theatres, slams, open mics, and on the radio. She is also a published AUTHOR and an ARTIST who creates and sells unique one-of-a-kind furniture and home decor. Leigh Ann's artwork, ANNHGIEL DESIGNS, can be purchased at 4th Ave by the Tracks in Kalispell, MT, as well as custom ordered. Finally, Leigh Ann has her MASTERS DEGREE in Psychology and is an experienced COUNSELOR, TUTOR, and YOUTH MENTOR.


Please feel free to for booking!! Thank you!!

Monday, December 27, 2010

‎"In things pertaining to enthusiasm, no man is sane who does not know how to be insane on proper occasions." –Henry Ward Beecher

Chris Vanderyajt Photography
Rachael Renèe DeBenedetto Styling
Phyllis Barfoot Silk Design

Saturday, December 25, 2010


"It is Christmas in the heart that puts Christmas in the air." -W. T. Ellis

"This is the message of Christmas: We are never alone." -Taylor Caldwell

Tuesday, December 14, 2010


po•et•ry (ˈpō-ə-trē) noun: writing that formulates a concentrated imaginative awareness of experience in language chosen and arranged to create a specific emotional response through meaning, sound, and rhythm

Brand Spanking New
Kalispell "Get Poetry" OPEN MIC!!

Poets, Writers, Lovers of Words...
Come one, come all!!

Starting the 2nd Sunday of the New Year...
January 9th, 2011
And Every Sunday after
Right here in Kalispell...
From 4-6pm (Sign-ups 3:30pm)
At the Boiler Room Coffee House...

Sign Ups are Open and will begin at 3:30, Open Mic at 4pm
$3-5 Suggested Donation at the Door
No one will be turned away for lack of funds
The Boiler Room is located at
525 8th Street East, Kalispell, MT
For more information, Contact: Leigh Ann DiDomenico
At 406.890.4056
See you there.


Wednesday, December 8, 2010

"We grow great by dreams. All big men are dreamers. They see things in the soft haze of a spring day or in the red fire of a long winter's evening. Some of us let these great dreams die, but others nourish and protect them; nurse them through bad days till they bring them to the sunshine and light which comes always to those who sincerely hope that their dreams will come true." -Woodrow Wilson

"There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you... In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself." -Ruth Stout

"People don't notice whether it's winter or summer when they're happy." -Anton Chekhov

"Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home." -Edith Sitwell

"Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it." -Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

"Adversity draws men together and produces beauty and harmony in life's relationships, just as the cold of winter produces ice-flowers on the window-panes, which vanish with the warmth." -Soren Kierkegaard

Noah Clayton Photography

Monday, December 6, 2010

French Paradoxe Fashion Show @ Soucie Soucie Salon!!

Soucie Soucie Salon's French Paradoxe Fashion Show was amazing.  Thank you to all the amazing stylists and artists who put it together!!

Soucie Soucie Salon and Spa
77 3rd Avenue West N, Kalispell, MT 59901
(406) 752-3501

Sunday, December 5, 2010

"Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again." -C.S. Lewis

"Oh, grandmother, what big ears you have!  The better to hear you with.  Oh, grandmother, what big eyes you have!  The better to see you with.  Oh, grandmother, what big hands you have!  The better to grab you with.  But, grandmother, what a dreadful big mouth you have!  The better to eat you with."  -The Brothers Grimm, Little Red Riding Hood

David Blackwell and Enterline Media, Red Riding Hood

Friday, December 3, 2010

For Any Writer Looking For Inspiration at Any Time... Ranier Maria Rilke is Where To Look.

"Everything is gestation and then birthing. To let each impression and each embryo of a feeling come to completion, entirely in itself, in the dark, in the unsayable, the unconscious, beyond the reach of one's own understanding, and with deep humility and patience to wait for the hour when a new clarity is born: this alone is what it means to live as an artist: in understanding as in creating. In this there is no measuring with time, a year doesn't matter, and ten years are nothing. Being an artist means: not numbering and counting, but ripening like a tree, which doesn't force its sap, and stands confidently in the storms of spring, not afraid that afterward summer may not come. It does come. But it comes only to those who are patient, who are there as if eternity lay before them, so unconcernedly silent and vast. I learn it every day of my life, learn it with pain I am grateful for: patience is everything!" -Ranier Maria Rilke

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Fly. (Luis A. Solorzano Photography, Annhgiel Styling, Annhgiel Retouch)

"The Wright Brother's almost childish faith that they could build a machine which would fly... [despite] the best mathematical minds [who] had proved man could never fly... was the mainspring of their accomplishment. Without that, nothing could have happened... [Now] the conquest of the air is an old story." -Anonymous

How much of our taken for granted life is the result of some dreamer's childish faith??? So f-orget you if you call my dreams childish. One day, if I'm lucky, they'll jus be taken for granted. And in the meantime, I remain, a childish dreamer, ever faithful.

Friday, November 12, 2010

"Nature and wisdom never are at strife." -Plutarch (Tim O'Meara Photography)

"Who is the happiest of men? He who values the merits of others, and in their pleasure takes joy, even as though 'twere his own." -Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Happy Halloween!!

"Great green globs of gooey grimy gopher guts, mutliated monkey meat, little birdy's bloody feet, and me without a spoon... Slllluuuurrrrppp!" 

Artist: DeAndre Drake, Airballin

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Sending love to Jodie Frederickson Coston-- Coston Stock Photography!!

"Learn to meditate and listen to the small voice within that tells you to move, then do what it says. Struggling is a choice. You’d be surprised at how smooth your life will flow if you allow yourself to breathe and ride in faith that everything you want is anxious to come to you." -James Cagney

"Since you get more joy out of giving joy to others, you should put a good deal of thought into the happiness that you are able to give."  -Eleanor Roosevelt

“Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.” -Anne Sexton

"Here is the instruction: Only connect. Wherever you are, right now, pay attention. Forever." - Sylvia Boorstein

"I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark would burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time." -Jack London

"Life is going to give you just what you put into it. Put your whole heart in everything you do." -Vivian Baxter

"Whatever you vividly imagine, ardently desire, sincerely believe, and enthusiastically act upon must inevitably come to pass." ~Paul J. Meyer

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Poem: The Invitation

My skin's only desire is to fulfill itself
Each pore a tiny shimmering supernova
Detonated synapses
Quiet tripwire torpedos
You are a flea jump tickle
A needleprick storm of gentle lightning
An oozing ripeness I catch mid raindrop
On my bedsheets
Sewn of tastebuds
I can feel your short circuit 1200 miles away
Static cling slow burns me to a rare steak
I like to watch the blood spill beneath my hunger
Your faint vibration cracks my atmosphere
Like a satellite thrown off orbit
I’m flaming fluorescent crashing into your earth
Blow me like a wish on the wind of my goosebumped valley
Enter me like heaven
Like a throat inhales the air wafting from mama’s kitchen
Swallow my innocence
There’s a welcome sign in my nucleus
Bed yourself in my magma
Leave your metal in my microwave
Breathe me volatile
Entreat me raw
Expose your pink petition
Like a toxic dog
Engorged with gnostic spirits
Avert me like a pile of writhing maggots
So I can't shake you
Grab me needy
Like a leper colony
I promise your memory will burn itself
Into my rods
So everything I see
Will be through the shadow of you
Stretch me like a canvas
That my skin may melt like plastic
Give me this one satisfaction.

Copyright Leigh Ann "Annhgiel" DiDomenico
All Rights Reserved
This poem, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission.
Please contact: lada.04@alumni.lehigh.edu for authorization for credited use.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Post-Apocalypse Shoot, David Blackwell and Enterline Media

"If we could destroy custom at a blow and see the stars as a child sees them, we should need no other apocalypse." -G.K. Chesterton

"Here was a different way to interpret the Bible's eschatology. The end of the world meant the end of injustice, the kingdom of God meant a just society, and the return of Christ meant following him on earth." -Reginald Stackhouse

"After the final no there comes a yes, and on that yes the future world depends." -Wallace Stevens

Monday, October 4, 2010

Petite Model Feature on Dennis Dorr's DigitalMontana Blog!!

What a sweet present to wake up to!! Dennis Dorr, Montana nature photographer and ballerina photographer extraordinaire, wrote an exceptionally sweet blog about me. Check it out: http://www.digitalmontana.net/blog/2010/09/16/petite/. We had such a great time shooting in beautiful Glacier National Park, on a crappy rainy day that we made the best of... see the beautiful results below!! Dennis is not only an adventurous and creative guy to shoot with, a talented photographer, but also a sweet and kind-hearted friend!! Thanks for the love!!

Dennis' favorite quote and one that gives me chills and goosebumps and sometimes even makes me cry: "Photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing and when they have vanished there is no contrivance on earth which can make them come back again." ~Henri Cartier-Bresson

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Dennis Dorr Photography

"Dost thou love life?  Then do not squander time, for that is the stuff life is made of." -Benjamin Franklin

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Article: Girls – and Women -- Are Slamming the Poetry Scene By: Lauren Zuniga


Fashion Industry Standards (5'7"+) prevent Petites from entering and thriving in the Fashion Industry, yet some of our MOST RECOGNIZED and CELEBRATED CELEBRITY FASHION ICONS are PETITES!!! 

Sarah Jessica Parker is 5'2"

Victoria Bekham is 5'2"

Jennifer Lopez is 5'5"

Support the Petite Fashion Movement by Subscribing to Bella Petite Magazine at http://bellapetite.com/join!!!

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Poem: Beautiful

My family was beautiful.
tall dark and handsome held hands with
big breasted hour glass brown beauty
And their babies
so cute you could pinch them
we were the Italian picture of perfection.

but thin layers of presentation
dripping silent
and bloody teeth

I was 8 years old when I decided I didn't want to see anymore
swapped 20-20 for peach rimmed spectacles
too big
for my small face
embarrassment leaked from that first school picture
like the rest of the lies I told myself
like I'd rather see blurry beautiful
than ugly with clarity
I'd rather make spotted blobs of sunshine
than see sharp canines sink into my skin clearly

broken mirrors comfort me
I'd rather watch a symphony of shining shards
than stare into my shame squarely
I remember
a morning
I woke up in my very first apartment
I was 19 years old
I'd been up all night swimming in a cocktail of elixirs
a dizzy moon staring into my reflection
cheeks sunken
nose red
mountainous pink topography
dotting a pale landscape
purple blue fingerprints pressed deep beneath
I was ugly

And as I covered these badlands
with smooth skin
dark lined eyes
long lashes
shining alluring lips
I hated myself
Because at least before I looked
the way I felt

I was told I was too pretty to write this poem
erase the 15 years you couldn’t
look at your own reflection without
the veneer that separated you from your mirror
erase the 8 years you spent not shaving your legs
in the endeavor to love yourself
in spite of-
look at her--
a monster!
But I knew
what real monsters looked like
I was 8 years old
When I decided I didn't want to see anymore
swapped 20-20 for peach rimmed spectacles
and crisp ugly for distorted beauty

And I haven't seen myself since then

See I rely on other people feeding me back my worth to see it
So every compliment falls off my shoulders like discarded diapers
and criticism sticks
like the last time I saw my sister
and my cousin's awkward voice on the other end of the phone the last we spoke
We stumbled on superficial like a child’s first steps
They say I'm a people pleaser
This only means I allow blurry monsters to bite chunks from my flesh
in exchange for a magic mirror
not yet broken
reflecting back even a small amount of
maybe that's why I still exchange my pussy
for currency—
a stranger
who told me
I was
Most nights I sleep with my makeup on
Not because I forget to wash my face but because I'm afraid
To wash off
thin layers of presentation

I look in the mirror too much
Mostly to make sure the inside of me is
Leaking out in smeared makeup
Never leave the house
without my cover-up.

He told me
My heart was a mirror that could not break
though i may believe it broken it is only
because it is being reflected
through these
Blurry beautiful shining behind closed eyelashes
too afraid to see you are not
the ugly forced upon you
hand me a 20 and I'll hand you one back
smash your spectacles
wash off your embarassment
your makeup
peek out from behind your hiding place
look here
in this mirror


Saturday, September 18, 2010

"Success is the sum of small efforts, repeated day in and day out." -Robert Collier (David Blackwell and Enterline Media)

"If we all worked on the assumption that what is accepted as true were really true, there would be little hope of advance."  -Orville Wright

Thursday, September 9, 2010

NOW BOOKING BAY AREA!!! Oct. 12-23, 2010

Hey!!!  I am currently booking PAID gigs for an upcoming trip to the Bay Area, Oct. 12-23, 2010!!

Wed.  Oct. 13  AVAILABLE
Thurs. Oct. 14  BOOKED EVENING Alameda, CA
Fri.     Oct. 15  AVAILABLE
Sat.    Oct. 16  BOOKED DAYTIME San Francisco, CA / BOOKED EVENING Walnut Creek, CA
Sun.   Oct. 17  BOOKED DAYTIME Oakland, CA
Mon.  Oct. 18  AVAILABLE
Tues.  Oct. 19  BOOKED EVENING San Francisco, CA
Wed.  Oct. 20  BOOKED DAYTIME Hayward, CA
Thurs. Oct. 21 BOOKED EVENING Alameda, CA
Fri.     Oct. 22 BOOKED EVENING Oakland, CA

Contact me at lada.04@alumni.lehigh.edu for BOOKING!!

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Petite Facts... Bella Petite Magazine and Petite Fashion Movement!!

Victoria Beckham, Fashion Icon, 5'2"

Did you know that the average American woman stands at 5'3" and that 70% of American women are petite (5'5" and under)???  Petite women represent 10 billion dollars of retail buying power!!!  And Bella Petite is the first Fashion magazine to focus exclusively on Petite Fashion!!  Check out this article on Petites...

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

"The woods would be very silent if no birds sang except those that sang the best." -Unknown (David Blackwell and Enterline Media)

"Earth is crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God."  -Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Monday, August 30, 2010

Poem: If

If I could time travel, I would travel back to the garage
In my old house in
New Jersey
Smoke a cigarette with my mom
Sit on the concrete ledge
Lean back on the metal door plastered with bumper stickers
But not all-the-way peeled off
Pass her the lighter
As she pulls her smoke out of that familiar
Blue box

I would travel back to our bathroom
Lean over the sink to the mirror to put on my makeup
While she blowdries her hair
With her diffuser
I'd tell her she's beautiful.
I would travel back to the diner
Get served by our favorite waiter
I'd order a chicken caesar salad and a hot tea
She'd drink her coffee
And we'd both smoke
From the same blue box

If I could time travel
I'd travel back to the first few weeks
After my father
Left in the back of red and blue lights flashing through the
Octagon glass window next to the front door
Everything was so

If I could time travel
I'd travel back to a baby
Let my mother hold me in her arms
And whisper
For the mistakes you will make
Your daughter
Grow to find her peace and
Will be the source of everything she has the ability to love
She will curse you
Blame you
Twist your worry into twizzlers she eats for dinner
When her food stamps run out…
Do not shake
In her presence when she
Scares you
She cannot hurt you
Because all she knows of love was given by
And I would let her hush her little baby
Cradle her tiny body
Breathe her gummed smile into her heart
And tell her to hold on
To it.

My mother once told me she as only waiting
For her baby to come back to her
I heard her cry
"Forgive me
I am only trying to prevent you from
Becoming me
I have learned what it means to love
Follow this new example
Discard the old one"

If I could time travel
I'd travel back to the moment I accidentally called
My grandmother at 3am
The last time I heard her sleepy shaky voice before she died
I would tell her it was me
That I was sorry to wake her
I would let her know that I loved her
Place handset to receiver

If I could time travel, I'd travel back to the last time I didn't call my mother

I'd call

Pick up a penny on heads
And hand it through the phone to her

I'd tell her to hold on to my good luck for me,
Keep it next to the smile she’s been saving
The next time I'll see her
I'll need them
To make any small attempt

To tell her

That I wait for the
Day we find a new diner
That I am trying to learn to love like her
With hope kept in clenched fists

To tell her

The last time she hugged me I didn’t want to let go
Her arms the only true comfort I‘ve ever known
That I hug my blue box
Inhale the smoke wishing it was her I was breathing

To tell her

That if I could
Travel back to any point in time
I'd travel
Back to her
Keep her close
Take back every unkind word that ever fell from my lips
Like napalm
Like cancer
Tell her
She is my only fondest memory
Tell her she is my most favorite mother
More than Mary
Tell her I'll always be her baby
Tell her
I want my mommy.

Copyright Leigh Ann "Annhgiel" DiDomenico
All Rights Reserved
This poem, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission.
Please contact: lada.04@alumni.lehigh.edu for authorization for credited use.

Saturday, August 28, 2010


I heard someone say,
I used to pray for change in the world
Now I pray for change in my heart.

So I pray
Let my hands be gentle as feathers
And strong as deep roots
Use them to give hope to the desperate
Empty my teeth of venom
Guide my tongue
That she only sings of forgiveness
Wrap my heart in life preservers
Send me your drowning
I can teach them to float
Grant me perspective
Give the crevace inside my bones
Where my shame is rotting
To my story
That she may make her home there
I can dust away the debris
Polish the windows
That light may shine through open curtains
Help me smile as the Sun
Give as the ground
Love as a flower
Lord entangle my roots with those I love
Grant that we may grow
From the compost of our pain and fears fallen away
Make our branches sturdy
Our green palms open to your light
That we may provide shade for those who need rest
What is a beach without each grain of sand?
Transform my heart
That I may transform the lives of those I touch.