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Joanne Olivieri was born and raised and currently resides in San Francisco, California. At age ten, her mother bought Joanne her first book of poetry called Speak
+ more bio informationAwaiting Dawn Where stars bow their heads in slumber I drift off contemplating morning's birth. Fog creeps around me above and beyond me saturating my emotions with a dull lullaby. Darkness whisks me away into oblivion the doldrums of sleep. My legs my arms my heart restless as a caged animal the creative flow hushed a goodn... More..
Writer's Block She awaits the rise of the moon when the call of the wild imbues creative energies waiting to be set free. The notebook paper stares back at her naked, a desolate wilderness desperately longing to be clothed in artistic garb. Her pen a broken instrument with which she holds on for life yet falls dead within he... More..
Jazz Climax The room hauntingly still with mosaic tiles staring down upon the audience. Pink and red lights glare like the eye of a storm pouncing across the stage. Lights dim and the music begins. Ebony and ivory notes meld with the pounding crescendo of drums. Hot sax man plays it high and low while the bass hovers a music... More..
Unconditional love is a rare virtue. We would all like to think we love unconditionally yet as humans we will fault. I think there are two necessary components to loving and being loved in this manner. First is shedding all expectations. We naturally expect certain things from our families and friends. We expect respect, lov... More..
One Last Time If only for a moment, we again fly as the wind childlike whimsy on park swings awaiting our carriage home. If only for a moment, we tread softly through sands of time sharing laughter, our dreams escaping the ocean's roar. If only for a moment, holding you again in my arms we cry tears of joy touching, sweet ca... More..
I wrote this in 1994 right after the death of my Mother. Tears for Mom My heart has been drained Of the joy once felt A cloudburst of tears The sun will never melt. The sweetness of your smile My eyes again will never behold Only in distant memory Another life yet untold. Your laughter can only comfort The darkness of my nig... More..
A child inside a man's body is the term I would use. The argument can be made that he never experienced his own childhood. With being in the spotlight at an early age, singing with the Jackson Five and being raised by a Father who basically treated his children like a business venture, Michael never had the joy of being just... More..
The families we make For Sony Though we are not sisters my family would not be complete without you. The unconditional love I have for you makes me a better person. By your example I have learned to expect nothing and give more. You inspire my every thought and I thank you my friend, for being you. More..
Seagulls At Night A twilight canvas barren of life prelude to the masterpiece hovers unseen upon desolate skies waiting to be fashioned. Out of darkness they emerge white winged choreographers painting circles and breeding life. Seagulls At Night soar, faithfully, indiscriminately a free form phenomenon. More..
It is a considerably daunting task to read and understand an insurance policy whether it be homeowners, fire, auto, medical or life. One of the sure fire ways to easily understand what is covered and what is not is to read through the exclusions. If it's not listed within the exclusions it is covered. It is also imperative t... More..
Joanne Olivieri
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