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.


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Friday, March 12, 2010

Poem: Empty

My pen ran out
So I ripped these words from the pit of my guts
They were attached to my intestines, the lining of my uterus
I had to turn myself inside out to find them.
I cut open my belly with the statue of the goddess you gave me.
I pulled them out letter by letter
They smelled of lonely midnights so i wiped them on my pajama pants
Before arranging them inside my new dresser drawer.
There's not enough room to hang them in my closet.
And they're kind of a mess.
Its silent where they came from, so they don't like to talk and I'm careful to only whisper.
My tears are as silent as they are so they get along.
They showed each other their hiding places before I stitched up my belly
And I think I saw them draw a map so they could find their way back.
Yesterday, when I opened my dresser, some words had run away
My tears showed them a good hiding place in the back of my throat
So I said fuck it and let em stay.
I figure I can cough em out if they move around too much
I don't sleep much these days
I mostly toss and turn on this borrowed mattress
My stitches itch where i cut myself open
And its hard to eat with this lump in my throat so my belly hurts
Today, my dresser drawer was empty.
But I don't feel like turning myself inside out again
And I'm too tired to cough.

Copyright Leigh Ann "Annhgiel" DiDomenico
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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.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Oh, you think I won't take one of those out on a joyride? Oh you think I can't do it? (Paolo Diavolo Photography)

“One way to get the most out of life is to look upon it as an adventure.” -William Feather