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• bio •

I write.

My first published poem appeared in 1972 in Messenger of Love, edited by Jamaican thinker Wildorf E Goodison-Orr.

I cook.

I longed for spatulas and pans even before I could lift them. Shared food balances writing.

I quilt.

Making a whole out of fragments satisfies.

I parent.

Raising children, not all of my own making, has been an education.

My life has been charmed and blessed. I am fortunate to be here, to have lived well, met many people, and been to many places. 

My beginnings were not so happy. I was an abandoned child of mixed heritage. In 2012, although parents, country, and culture were lost to me, I was able to recover my name. With one grandparent born on the rez, another a descendant of the Trail of Tears, what marked them also marked those of us who followed. 


Yet I was gathered up by some extraordinary people, to whom I owe the stable platform upon which all else has been built.


Sometimes blood has nothing to do with love at all.

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June 2012 - La Huerta Santa María, Spain 

In 2012 Anne recovered her birth name, Roanne Sikking.  She now uses Anne Sikking and A. Sikking for all of her work.

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