Biography of Donna Quesinberry
Writer/poet,20/yr. history. B.A.B.S. & C.S.B.S., Certificate of International Affairs-Eastern Europe & Middle East, MBA 1/4 complete, Theology to 500 hrs.(over 100 as classroom instructor) . Broadcast live and taped on CNBC (women's issues) . As a single mother have raised five successful children (now a Baba Miere' Miere' to six [for biological and two by marriage]) little people. Manage DonnaInk (a home based media development, publication and technical communication service support company for both Government and commercial interests) . Have cats, dogs and chinchillas, which currently reside with their respective childhood owners (my children) . Favor supranormal, political, intrigue and edgy works. Thank you for being you and for loving writing and reading.
Donna Quesinberry's Works:
The Fourth Estate, An Introduction to Enterprise Architecture (collaborative editor) , SANs Demystified (ghostwriter) , Eisenhower and Civil Rights (associate editor) , MySpace Marketing and Generation X, varied other publications, articles and columns.
Donna Quesinberry Poems
the week was dry without whit, she
Omens And Soothsayers
an immigrant never can hide his ignorance, nor ability to garner the pretext of the chameleon.
hands play keys hard banging jelly rolls
Crafted Artistry And Hewned Woods
remembering Amsterdam he opens the buffet
The Leaves Of April
leaves in spring are tender occurrences sprouting heavenward with a vibrance that the blue jay mimics at my doorway a warbling kaw in ridiculous showmanship
Gurgling And Choking His Eyes Reddened A...
the deal of the century involved a young christian male delivering a new ride to a man in a suit without
Art In War - The Munitive
That Moral Law and code, now Lacks pretense and virtue There is no morality, there is danger. The moral law, she died.
Trotskyist Opposition=ameri.Kan Occupati...
Humint interested her rallying the big lights of earnest salivation like a deer to a salt block.
laying a dress on the mattress she shakes wrinkles away. rippled feminine hands smooth remnants of drifting chiffon.
The Leaves Of April
leaves in spring are tender occurrences
sprouting heavenward with a vibrance
that the blue jay mimics at my doorway
a warbling kaw in ridiculous showmanship
he ruffles feathers and leans in with an intrepid
mannerism as if to dare me to mark his territory.
men and women preen and strut in springtime
as well, after a current of jumping rope and jogging