Biography of Patricia Etienne
Born and in Port-Au-Prince, Haiti and partly raised in the state of Bronx, New York. As a child she was brought up without a father figure and was then immigrated to the United States. It was through rough times that her interest in writing poetry, science fiction started. She would scrabble down everything that made her upset in her journal. Etienne's late father has always been a source of inspiration for her. Even in high school she participated in writing script drama and song texts. With the idea that someday she would express her thoughts to the world.
After High school Etienne attended College with an undecided major in mind. Instead she focused more of her time concentrating on areas she was most likely interested in, such as Music, Theater, and Early childhood education. Later on in life, with the inspiration of Marguerite D'youvil 'The Grey Nuns' Etienne attended nursing school.
It was through her nursing experiences, she developed a spectrum of ideas and also a new understanding of everyday living. It was then her writing came to life. Etienne is a revolutionary writer who is passionate about her work. She writes at the spur of the moment. You will find that her writing reflects onto many forms of modern life. For examples, her short stories: “The Battered Scarecrow” and “When Black Smoke Invades.”
Still working as a full time nurse, she continues to write with any chance given and also includes time for her three children, husband.
Patricia Etienne's Works:
Through the Eye of the Eagle Sky
Patricia Etienne Poems
I’d Rather Be Safe
Home of the safe Here are your options You can be silent Or be silenced
~~this Poet I Am~~
Midnight hour sets on the clock Mother moon, lights up the deep black sky
~1~ I ain't gonna fret I ain't gonna cry so I ain't got no chimney
~so Disturb! ~
It's 6: 35 in the morning I wake up sweat and breathless Thoughts pounding my head The ramblings of my brain
♥ The Mystery Of Tongue♥
I speak a language only You can understand, and I come from a
~~when Depression Climbs Up The Wall~~
~~1~~ Down and under Below black skies Heavy clouds follow
A Mademoiselle Bestia
Simply feels like yesterday But it has been awhile now I remember all vividly How it felt
The double doors open. Enter a lady in a black veil Complete silence break lose Just like a midnight hour cemetery
~the Milestone's Inquietude~
The old church bell rings midnight hour. So abrupt this visitor plunges into her body, with no formal invitation, No friendly welcome,
Am I A Conniver?
For so I am a woman All fingers are pointing at me All eyes are fixating on me All verdicts are going against me
~*~the Ist And Ism Discoloration~*~
I am the creation of the higher up Can't be the specimen of Virgin Mary Can best be the seed of Aphrodite Created to please-
Inside The Collapse
I slide and fall into a dicey drench Effortlessly, I pull aside Still…
No Limit Kindness
Judge me three times before Hephaestus Judge me seven times before Aeglaeca Judge me twenty one times before Abaddon Many judgments hath unleashed upon my ways
Our Hearts Affair
I know you feel what I feel The fluttering sensation The erratic rhythm That is raising the scale of an irrational love
I'M Of Destiny
I'm the product of what he had written for centuries ago
A figment of his visions the rest are yet to come.
An envoy with a different portrait among so many
Thu my perspective and intention are of his directions
I'm no fairy tale think of me
I'm no imagination of what your thought may seem
I'm human, rather say a flesh, with dust and breathe he created us both.