Raised in Oklahoma, Anna Weaver has yet to find a more satisfying sky or a better sunset on three continents. Not that she’d admit it if she had. Last summer she crossed the South China Sea four times between Singapore, Manila, Macau, and Jakarta. A frequent reader at local open mics, she has performed in Atlanta, Chicago, Nashville, and Raleigh. Her poems have been published in Star*Line, Utter, Wild Goose Poetry Review, and elsewhere, and she has twice been translated into Polish. She lives in North Carolina with her two daughters and keeps track of all this here.
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