Biography of Renee Marie
Reneé Marie: Currently in Sacramento, CA. Speech-language Pathologist, Army Medical Service Corps Officer ~ serving for 'Peace Through Readiness' and 'Readiness Through Resilience' in the Army Reserve. Deployed to Kabul, Afghanistan, Medical Company Commander,2010. Trained in the Amherst Writers & Artists Institiue (AWAI) method for facilitating writing workshops for underserved populations. (www.amherstwriters.com) . Published in: Writing Alone and With Others, Pat Schneider (Companion DVD, Florentine Films) , 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, Sacramento Poetry Center Journal; 2008 and various other small chapbooks.
other on-line sites: www.daypoems.net; www.writingretreats.org/Journal
Renee Marie's Works:
Dream of being selected by Perugia Press and completing my autobiography
Renee Marie Poems
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!
Spring Is Coming
I was simply where I had to be today. Nothing more, plenty less than my best.
Living With An Open Heart
I may behave ONE way I may FEEL another way I may inhale worry I may exhale fear
Water On Water
From a backyard in Fair Haven, Vermont, a long, distant train whistle feels like water sliced thin by my
Public School Pain
Public school pain Wipe my brow in vain Each day bleeds the same Kids act-out, insane!
Terry's Black Skirt
Terry, sweet Terry, you darling dancing flirt; you glide up and down in that slit black skirt!
I know to seek falling water or float in deep sleepy states with crystal awareness, my face tipped skyward to sunbeams,
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
(lak' Re-Mel) , Starved To Death
Some cowboys in Washington cannot synthesizes a substance called 'pain'. Lacrimation is starved to death
She has hands that shoot moonbeams
A Manufactured Mind
Prepped in perfect privilege
entrance here is gained
honor rules of 'etiquette'
from challenge we'll abstain
So posture brow and jaw
furrow nor clench be seen
then neutral here we'll learn
zip-lipped though minds be keen