Author Interview| By Ruth Anne Garcia

Exciting News!!

I had the pleasure of being interviewed by the one and only Ruth Anne Garcia !

She’s a wonderful book reviewer, beta reader, interviewer, mother, student, wife and best of all friend.

Please feel free to click HERE to be linked to the interview on her website

Here’s a snippet of the interview:

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Poetry Reading

Part I

of Childhood and War

Memory of The War

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Change

She never asked for the change

Coins in my hands

Collecting

In a jar made of glass

Clear to see

I was expecting

To be the richest out of change

But I didn’t see the change that was coming

As the first bomb fell

They ran for shelter

I was running

To the jar of change

I’ve been collecting

Kitten Heroes

Kitten

Stuck between the second and third floor

She screamed

Until we could take it no more

So we changed our plans

And luck would have it

The store we were to visit

Had been destroyed in seconds

By a bomber we didn’t see

And that’s how a stray kitten

Saved me

In 2007

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Image credit HERE

Simple

Shadows to a light I can’t find

The soldier standing

I stood behind

A metal door

Bullet holes in the wall

Of my grandma’s house

Simpler time

When I wished I knew

How to say hello

Without getting shot

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Image Credit HERE

Lightening

On top of the world

We stood

Or so we thought

On the dorm’s rooftops

We slept

Explosions lit the sky

No thunder to fear

Just man’s lightening growing near

In time to get a shuteye

[That’s my Baghdad in 2007]

2003 in History

They were barefooted

Running after the tanks

Men dressed the color of desert

Staring at the foreigner’s hands

Children waving

Glorious day

When they believed what the soldiers had to say

Freedom I long to know

Freedom they told me so

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My Title

The child that stood on tip toes

Trying to see the men outside

Through bullet holes- I watched

Much too excited for change

“It will be beautiful, like America… like you see on TV.” One solider promised me

That was back in 2003

When ISIS was a nightmare yet to form

When angels wore uniforms

When enemies were clear to see

When I did not know the difference between you and me

But now my skin gives me a label I did not earn

Not a’Doctor’

‘Woman’

‘Rich’ nor ‘Poor’

I wear a title that I can not for the life of me shed

But that is a thing I dare not regret