Anne Brannen lives with her partner and teenaged son in Edgewood, a borough on the eastern border of Pittsburgh, in a large house built in 1870, not by one of the Pittsburghean robber barons, but by some nice guy unknown to history, who owned a brass foundry in the city and took the train in every morning at 6:00 AM. The current household gets up early in the morning, too, but that’s only because the corgis demand to be let out. Otherwise everybody would stay in bed.
Her poetry has appeared in such venues as New Mexican Poetry Review, Literary Mama, Fickle Muses, and Cabinet de Fées.
For her day job, she teaches medieval literature, drama, and poetry.
