: About Me

Greetings Fellow Writers,
I have been writing most of my life. In grade school I loved to write short stories. In high school I wrote special essays to be shared with my own and other English classes. When I graduated from high school I began working as an Executive Secretary at a hospital where I wrote and edited a hospital news letter. I did free-lancing writing for our local newspaper. Later I started writing poetry. This is my preferred genre although I am currently working on a short story.

I am also writing a book about Breast Cancer. When I was diagnosed with this disease all of the books I found were frightening. They had me dead and buried before the glossary. I see a need for an easy to read book that contains humor along with useful information for other women recently diagnosed. My goal is to provide something encouraging and not to lengthy.

I have won awards for my poetry. I won a first place award from Writer's Hood for an essay entitled good parents/bad parents. I have also written essays about the art of writing. Some of my poetry has been submitted and accepted by on-line literary journals; but I have chosen to forbear publishing my poems through these journals.

Currently my goal is to collect my poems and eventually present them to a publisher for consideration. One of my poems is in a small book published by Voices Literary Magazine entitled "Spirit of Strength." The poems in this publication have been written by survivors of cancer.

Most writers are also voracious readers. I am guilty of this as well. One of my favorite sites (I hope this site to equal it) is Shelfari, a venue for readers to connect and share their books, ideas, opinions and literary tastes with others.

I hope that by joining Helium I will acquire knowledge, connect with other writers and, perhaps, have some of my own writings shared through Helium.
Happy Writing!
the-poet75

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Looking back

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Those Creaking Years Before Us When we reach our middle years and seek what creaks before us, those laborious elder days, those we fear; we live with greater caution. How time flew from birth to age of ten! We think so now, but, then, we thought that time was slow, living free from thoughts of death. Another ten found us twenty, still unaware of those future creaking years before us. Here we lived within a sanctuary free from any thought of those creaking years before us. Now we see how fleeting those days were and what rises near us are years far fewer than those that have gone before. An...

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