Biography of Sarita Brown
Sarita Brown was born to teenage parents in the 50's. Her maternal grandparents were from Oklahoma and migrated to California during the depression.
She grew up in a small beach community in Southern California during the 60's and 70's, an idyllic experience she laughingly refers to as a cross between the Wonder Years and That 70's Show. Her mother ran a small cafe on the end of the pier and she grew up on the beach.
She was the first woman in her family to graduate from high school, the first to graduate from college and the first to have her first child out of her teens.
She says that her mother, grandmother and great-grandmother are her heroes for their tireless devotion to the goodness of life and their faith.
Sarita started writing about the same time she started singing. The cadence of song, even in her free verse work mark her poetry.
She has lived in California, Oregon, Texas, London, Geneva, Scotland and has recently made her home in Arequipa Peru, where she studies Spanish, works with kids and writes obsessively.
She has a degree in theology of religion and has worked with people with learning disabilities in the arts. She paints when she runs out of words.
She was married for 22 years to the writer, S.L.Smedley, and has a son, Lucas, a counselor for troubled teens who lives in Texas and a daughter, Zoe, a micro-biologist who lives in San Diego. They do her proud.
Sarita Brown's Works:
'show your sweet side, poems from the underground of love' pub in 2004 lulu.com
Sarita Brown Poems
Our First Date
We met when I was 12, you might say I was a child bride. he was not very attractive when he was around his
Conversation By A Dusty Highway
God sits next to me on the busy highway and says nothing. we have been traveling for months now and he is getting
The Wind Is Blowing A Hole In My Heart
The wind is blowing a hole in my heart Its saying don’t be an idiot.
I keep wondering about perfection when we think we see it how it scares us
Seven Columns Of Truth
is there a way to find our way and make a way in the darkness is there a way to redefine the darkness to know the dark-ness
There was a light there above and around your fine head which buzzed
After The Phone Call
after all the time she spent on it, you would have thought she could recognise a dead baby when she saw one.
Chance And Geometry
Chance and Geometry There is a sense that all the magic has fled us.
Scenes From The Parallel Universe In My ...
pop pop pop go the guns in the street and we are alone in a naked room on a dark alleyway
There Is Nothing Fluffy About This Story...
but what he knew that no one knew was the wailing the wailing in my heart where someone had put out a cigarette and spit.
What I Thought He Meant
His Family welcomes me with open arms. for my intiation, i get a white robe, a new name a pass to all potluck feasts and communal sing alongs
Our First Date
We met when I was 12,
you might say I was a child bride.
he was not very attractive when he was around his
something about their white collar ways,
their preoccupation with money matters'
and pew styles
seemed to stifle him.