ANNA
POiSSON
Anna grew up secluded behind the iron curtain, became an adult exposed to literature on the other side of it before she finally settled in Gold Hill, Colorado, with her husband, two cats and a flock of six chicks. She has been creating stories with words (past) and images (presence) since she remembers. They are often about the funny (depending on where you sit) incongruity between what is and what was supposed to be.