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Sandra Fowler (February,4,1937 / W. Columbia, WV, USA)
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Sandra Fowler born in West Columbia, WV February 4,1937. Has been writing poetry for almost fifty years.Associate Editor, Ocarina from about 1978 to 1989. Had a poem nominated for The Pushcart Prize,1998. Wazir Agha dedicated his Selected Poems to her in 1998. Interviewed by skylark Purdue university Calumet,2000. Honorary Doctorate, World Academy Of arts and Culture,2002. Wall Of Tolerance ... more »
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Dear Sandra (sAnta) :) .. u havE mOveD me wiTh nOt Only your Words but oF ur Time and KindnEss...ur the best with a PiEce of paper and a..gueSs u CouLd Use a Quil A BrUsH a pen blunt pencil CHaLk A foUntain Pen cRayons heck BeRRieS...AnD get The thIng Said.hands down....words im not to good at so...least not these kind.. bUt i KnoW yOu know what THAT meAns...moSt sinCerly...and the KidDinG AsidE..Peace
Nightingale is a nocturnal bird, but Sandra sings all the time with her rich vocabulary in the nature....................her poems like paintings without any brush marks.Instead of the canvas she choose everybody's soul.
No way to contact her nowadays whether she's still sick or not?
sincere student,
nimal
Sandra represents a special grace within the life of the Poemhunter.com community. Bill Grace
Within the subtex of you words there is regret...
love and hope.
Truly, you are a fine writer.