Tammy Winand is a 42 year old creative soul who produces work in a variety of media, from the written word (creative nonfiction, poetry, occasional fiction) to digital photography and graphic art.
Born & raised in south central PA, she relocated to central
+ more bio informationNot a Boy Her father committed suicide early in the summer. Grown tired of life, cold dinners, and used cars. Maybe he hated the possibility that his second wife, pregnant and huge, would bear another daughter. Stephanie, 22, was his oldest daughter. His death made her feel six years old, the same age she'd been when her gra...
War Poem (Gulf War I) And when the war ended I shoved newspaper piles into The bottom drawer, hidden Like so much garbage. Muted headlines muttered over Pilots taken prisoner, GI's Sweating in dark bunker sand, A month's worth of bombs Blooming above Baghdad. Firework beauty, this war Of saints versus madmen, Only who was wh...
Innocence Lost Every winter my lips chap and split Assaulted by worried teeth Time slips past and loses itself Like my body lost in your sheets Forgets we are not in love. The rage sown in my heart May take years to bloom, Perhaps, bourne by wind and wave, In some other innocent bed Where love dies for want of words, Or poet...
Love and Detox Late afternoon, November 15 my phone Disturbed sleep sleep brought on by codeine After the cat gashed my head Into railroad tracks, after Excess Novacaine swelled my face. Lovely Julie was crying On the line because she took $300 Loaned to her for rent and Spent it on an eightball... Baby snorted six grams by ...
Genesis Ex Nihilo (original written 1989) After hours hard spent in thought Reviewing lines of half truths, I can no more pass judgment Than dream bullets can kill. Once I crossed a mile long bridge To dim and distant life shores But learned no profound facts. Now I see the ravages of war And feel an unbearable urge to laugh...
The Water Remembers I was sure you had forgotten That night on the shore, that Drunken night when you said Listen...the water is Whispering memories. Stunned into silence, I waited And heard tales of lust, Tasted salt from tears shed For the dead a thousand years ago. I was sure you had forgotten Until the night we went to w...
I would like to take the opposite track...where to find seasonal employers rather than employees. Seasonal employees are an integral part of the hospitality industry, including national park concessionairs, dude ranches, ski resorts and many others. These are jobs "outside the box", maybe even just OUTSIDE! Every year, thous...
Everything I Am A shadow passes my window And you come rushing back Through the shutters of my mind. I thought they'd been locked, Sealed against this intrusion. Not even love songs made me cry. Shadows were all I could be, Are everything I am today... Flat and featureless in black Someone not quite remembered, Sad girl with...
A Traveler's Tale One of the most rewarding and enriching experiences a person can have is to see how life is lived in cities and countries outside their own background. Not only does it help man become more tolerant towards his fellow man, but it helps connect him with human kind's past, and quite possibly builds a bridge t...
The America I live in wants a presidential candidate who is in touch with their experience and can lead them safely into the future. A future full of hope and progresss, not fear, war and greed. My "real life" this past week or so has been deeply affected by the US Presidential election... and what it means to me, as an Amer...
Tammy Winand
McleodGanj, Himachal Pradesh IN
Member since: January 2007
Articles Written: 40