Ana Vulić
Published writing
Journey
I need a swing of the sun and the shadow of a tree, I need a basket full of peace and a trumpet so the beast doesn't swallow it, I need a song so my iris doesn't vanish from shame. I nudge time toward the earth to gather it in a wonderful weaving and wander through the wilderness of unrest to see if it might be transformed into gentleness. I laugh at my game wondering if anyone has ever heard of…