Biography of Nancy Vorkink
Poetry sings in my soul. First wrote on autumn leaves of Pennsylvania in high school. Later, studied Poetry 101 in college and always wrote in the midnight hours as a lifeline to the universe. Born in Ithaca, New York, my odyssey took me to Istanbul and to the Muslim world early in life. Then to Harvard for a B.A. then back to Africa for years. Adopted an African family, now refugees returning home to Liberia, as my own. Am a member of the IWWG, International Women's Writing Guild, in NYC. Presently, facilitating life story writing workshops in Denver, using poetic imagery.
Nancy Vorkink's Works:
Freelance articles on Colorado Poets
Life Story Writing
Aftermath of Move
At first the rest felt fine
The morning birds chirped
As I listened to the day’s song
The quiet of the new house
Soothed the many changes,
Fatigue, and disruption.
Soon, a different mind chatter
Appeared; unable to balance
the old with the new.
Used boxes fully stuffed
covered floor to ceiling.
Became annoying. New life made
Me more angry. May’s winds
Seem to blow harder.
Where is the peace?
Nancy Vorkink Poems
A year-end retreat Into clear high country air
3: 52 Mst Denver
Prose Poem Birthday Retreat
First snow coming, and our bags unpacked. Quick shifts with too much luggage in the cab, and off we go. Foothills rise to meet us. As the rain fell, soon Highway 6 snakes to our adobe inn. We know the check-in people and they take our bags to the Navajo Room.
When old ghosts appear in new costume When the tree falls on my head
Tribute To Ma Nessie
Before the war in Liberia, my parents, though subsistence farmers, lived happily in their village. They both spoke only Kissi and Liberian English. In fact, they continued their farm work during the first few years of the crisis, even in the midst of Charles Taylor's rebels, but not without their own stories of the war.
Daniel, My Son
For the first time I sense anxiety for you and
Aftermath Of A Move
At first the rest felt fine The morning birds chirped
I never thought it would come to this. That he wasn’t there for me,
I yearn to walk the labyrinth again.
Beloved, I Wait
Today a candle is lit For a resolution
My memories are clear as the bluest sky.
The attack aged us instantly Like mideastern humus.
The bristle and the bark Scared us children
All In The Mind
All in the Mind
Exhale In The Morning
We go dark and deep together
To a place of healing and together
We see the sun, the moon, the rain
And we feel each other’s hugs.
No one says a word
We all know this silence.
It is a place of healing—