Biography of Renee Marie
Reneé Marie: Currently in Sacramento, CA. M.S., CCC-SLP Speech-language Pathologist, Army Medical Service Corps Retired Reserve Officer (7/9/18) . Deployed to Kabul, Afghanistan, Medical Company Commander,2010. Trained in the Amherst Writers & Artists Institute (AWAI) method for facilitating writing workshops for underserved populations,2003, www.amherstwriters.com. Published in: Writing Alone and With Others, Pat Schneider (Companion DVD, Florentine Films) ,2003, Peregrine, Up Against the Wall; Mother, DEROS, the College Poetry Review, Pegasus, the Morgantown Poetry Society Anthology, Poems On the Road to Peace; A Collective Tribute to Dr. King; Vol 2, Yale Peabody Museum; Jan 20,2003, Tule Review (Sacramento Poetry Center) Journal and web; 2008,2017,2018, Susurrus (The Sacramento City College Literary Journal,2015, The American River Review,2017 and various other small chapbooks.
other on-line sites: www.daypoems.net; www.writingretreats.org/Journal
Renee Marie's Works:
I Dream of being selected by Perugia Press and completing my illustrated, literary Memoir.
Renee Marie Poems
Spring Is Coming
I was simply where I had to be today. Nothing more, plenty less than my best.
Water On Water
From a backyard in Fair Haven, Vermont, a long, distant train whistle feels like water sliced thin by my
Honey Is A Drone’s Vomit
I’ll never forget her carefully guarded lethargy and verbal repertoire:
If I Could
What if I could Slam myself into something Break into a million pieces and never feel a thing
I’m Not Your Mother’s Friend
“It’s an abomination and you haven’t even known her long enough to say I love you! ”
Even in sleep we spin webs of worry
April Is Close
Marching by with the cadence of tired Winter are gentle afternoons
The blushing bride wears pink and white without desire to break some old tradition. Daintily she parades up the center isle, angelic glow and radiant her smile.
Good Morning Neolithic, Triune Brain-Boy
Good morning Neolithic, triune brain-boy looking into the backyard reflective pool because you choose to!
Living With An Open Heart
I may behave ONE way I may FEEL another way I may inhale worry I may exhale fear
Yuma, Arizona Border Patrol Mission - Cr...
On the Border Patrol mission I stole a piece of rusty barbed wire from God’s desert. 115 degrees, Yuma, Arizona, one quarter-mile south of my Army shade tent -
Place my two feet on the ground, feel my breath beyond a lover's gulping
If I am silent - will it ever matter?
Those I know who don't 'clock-in' that doodle or dream at home within
I know to seek falling water
or float in deep sleepy states
with crystal awareness,
my face tipped skyward to sunbeams,
the tiniest wounds.
I interpret the language of roses;