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@annasamsonwrites.bsky.socialSep 30, 2026, 12:14 PM

The Period Zine is out now! @coinoppress.bsky.social

Featuring my poems “PMDD” and “Sanity (Living with PMDD), which were originally published in Project Wellness Magazine

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The cover for the Periods Zine by CoinOp Press. It is a collage of various period related picturesPMDD and Sanity (Living with PMDD) by Anna Samson, which were originally featured in issues 2 and 3 of Project Wellness Magazine. PMDD Iknow chaos approaches Like it does every month Creeping in Rearranging everything Convincing me my needs have changed That I no longer want the same things Irritability and anxiety settle into my bones Ifeel like I've lost control Of my life And of myself Always on the verge of tears Contemplating giving in And ending it all Iamterrified of its intensity And the way it alters my reality Every couple of weeks Iwait for the blood and cramps To wash away its heinous presence For I'd rather deal with this discomfort Than the monster that makes me it's home for two weeks And then lurks back into the shadows Fooling me into forgetting about it Only to saunter back a few weeks later Continuing this endless cycle Sanity (Living With PMDD) I'm back here Where I never wantto be But always cycle back to Idon't feel like myself And question my relationships Every thought in my head is negative I curl up into a ball And try my hardest not to crack under all these feelings Iam exhausted From the constant dips and soars The rise and fall of my sanity I dance around the line of stability Never on it long enough to feel balanced But long enough to know what I'm missing
@annasamsonwrites.bsky.socialSep 25, 2026, 1:33 AM

Check out “Serenity is Blue” in Issue 1: Goldenrod of Still Water Literary! 🌊💙

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A sunset on a grassy field with a visible tree line. It says “goldenrod” in gold in cursive in the centre. In the bottom left corner it says “still water” and in the bottom right it says “September 2026” in white text. The title and author are in navy blue text and the poem and bio are in black. The text reads, “Serenity is Blue by Anna Samson She looks out the white shuttered windows At the brown deck The bottom covered in algae Standing strong and proud She walks the cobblestone path towards the water As the sun slowly kisses the horizon Orange hues gently falling On the never-ending blue expanse Lapping waves lovingly envelop All who step in its sandy bottom Vulnerability is awarded with serenity She finds it in the blue Anna Samson (they/she) is a desi, queer, disabled writer and editor living in Tkaronto. Anna began writing poetry to cope with becoming disabled and has expanded into writing about social justice, love, friendship, and more. In their free time, Anna likes to read and hang out with their pets.”
@annasamsonwrites.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 8:02 PM

Thank you Paper Boy Quarterly for sharing my poem, “It Has to Be,” in Volume 1 Issue 3!!🫶🏽

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@annasamsonwrites.bsky.socialSep 12, 2026, 3:06 PM

Here are four poems from 2022.
They were featured in Issue 3: The Muses of Tragedy of the The Graveyard Zine

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Two poems by Anna Samson The Room I walk along the corridor of my life. Stopping to open doors that catch my eye. I stay in some rooms for a while. I leave some rooms soon after entering. I walk down the endless hall, Where a dim but constant light beckons me. I keep walking on, Unsure of where my feet are taking me. But somehow, I know there is a door waiting for me there. It's slightly ajar with a bit of light spilling out. I feel content approaching it. I think I'm supposed to go there. I think it is the room I will never have to leave. Fade The salt in our wounds Is the kinship we cannot let go of I weave and unweave the tapestry of our friendship Using the threads of our sordid history We're both constantly hurting Reeling from the blows Of things unsaid Moments lost Missed chances And memories of a distant past Maybe we're not good for each other But I'd rather hurt every day Than have you fade away With only battered drapes come undone to remind me of our loveDEBTOR'S DEMISE By Anna Samson This boat is meant to keep us afloat Yet you gamble our safety every time you climb aboard Challenging the boat and our ability to sail her Taunting the waters that threaten to fill your lungs Hubris pushes you forward And you fall, yet again, into the great expanse You grab our helping hands and try to drag us down with you Screaming "blood is thicker than water" "There's no way we'll drown" But we've bled enough for you It's time for us to move on We release our grip Watching your face contort in horror and fear as you slip away And descend into the collector's grasp We pull the anchor tethering us to the island of your debts We can't rescue you from the waves of consequences anymore We won't When you lie on ocean floor As Poseidon takes his pound of flesh I hope you realize that the raging waters did not engulf you But that you died by your own hand When you signed for what you couldn't repayTrailblazers by Anna Samson The trailblazers have set the path. And we follow in stride. Determined to be unique. We are our own inspiration. We are our pride. We are the new trailblazers. Setting matches to your fears of us. Through the fire, we come anew. Through the fire, we step into ourselves. If you see us, Proceed with caution. We live without a care, Never stuck in deep waters. Let us go. We are not here for you. We are here for us. Us from before, of now, of after. Marvel at our glory. And join us in our celebration. We welcome those who welcome us. We welcome those who are us. I welcome who I am, And bury who I never was. I shout in joy that I've finally found myself. I am me And I am no one. But what a lovely no one to be.