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    In Case You Didn’t Hear Me The First Time
    In Case You Didn’t Hear Me The First Time
    In Case You Didn’t Hear Me The First Time
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    In Case You Didn’t Hear Me The First Time

    By Sharon Skinner

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    A tremendous collection of poetry and prose from Sharon Skinner. Whether samples of poetry from over the last 15 years, a great story about traveling in the Indian Ocean in the Navy, or a fantastic story, this book is sure to give you a tremendous read, not to mention introduce you to this amazing, award winning author.

    Includes the award winning poems Another Grandmother Poem and The Dancer.

    Sharon Skinner is an award-winning poet who received her B.A. inEnglish from Ottawa University and her M.A. in Creative Writing from Prescott College.She is currently a board member for Anthology, Inc. and the AAGP(American Association of Grant Professionals), and is a Certified Grants Professional (GPC).

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBrick Cave Books
    Release dateFeb 21, 2011
    ISBN9781452464299
    In Case You Didn’t Hear Me The First Time
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    Sharon Skinner

    Sharon Skinner holds a B.A. In English, an M.A. in Creative Writing and a Poetic License. She has worked as a landscaper, a cashier, a maid, a waitress, a communications specialist, a videographer, a technical writer, a project management consultant and a biomedical field service engineer and served aboard the USS Jason as one of the first women assigned to a US Navy ship. Her poetry and fiction have been published in myriad local, national and international publications. Sharon is an active member of SCBWI (Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators) and serves as the Assistant Regional Advisor for SCBWI AZ.Her recent publishing credits include In Case You Didn’t hear Me the First Time (2010), The Healer’s Legacy (2012), The Nelig Stones (2013), Mirabella and the Faded Phantom (March 2014). The highly anticipated sequel to The Healer’s Legacy, The Matriarch’s Devise, is due for release in Fall 2015.

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      In Case You Didn’t Hear Me The First Time - Sharon Skinner

      SEATTLE 2001

      Amidst the rainbow flag waving and

      black-power fist raising,

      in the language of La Raza,

      Yo tengo una causa.

      And I have something to say.

      I used to think I had to be mute,

      that I,

      a mere white woman,

      had nothing to say.

      But I have lived many lives,

      I have been reborn,

      and I know this:

      I know that a four-year-old child knows the difference between good touch and bad touch without ever being told.

      I know that all people are capable of good, as well as bad—

      that the color of your skin does not make you better or worse,

      and that color is politics and politics is color.

      I know that Yin and Yang are eternally and inextricably entwined.

      I know that my ancestors went to war naked—

      wearing only blue paint and the heads of their enemies tied at their waists—

      and I am filled with the blood of my ancestors!

      I know that people will make excuses for hate and never let go of the past.

      I know that violence sells,

      hate is interesting,

      and a southern accent doesn’t necessarily prove ignorance.

      I know that the left wing is continually opposed to the right wing—

      but it still takes two wings to fly.

      I know that the fears after ten years clean aren’t any different

      than the fears after being clean for ten days, except that . . .

      I know that I can get through another one day at a time and . . .

      look ma, no tracks.

      DANCE ON

      Dance on my friend.

      The fire of life is beyond us now,

      the edge of the world begun.

      The meaning inside ourselves is set,

      a place where the old is besieged.

      The natural bridge of our body unkept

      is awash in the rising flood,

      As the rain pours down like the sweat of the flowers

      in heated young fields where we lie.

      Yes, dance on my friend

      to the harp of the moon

      and the lyre that sings from the stars.

      The tune we all hear is the sound of our hearts

      in the struggle of safety and fear.

      HEADLINE:

      ARTIST PAYS TAX DEBTS WITH SKETCHES

      My aspirations come with inspiration and resonate

      like the exhalations of the dying,

      while Notebooks of Shit are used to pay tax debts in foreign countries.

      My life’s work has mainly been to stay alive

      despite dangerous behavior and covert suicidal tendencies

      I deliver now on the promise of what can be,

      on potential and possibilities.

      And now, even when the sky falls, I get back up, (not without a little help).

      I am learning to fail successfully, to take an easier path.

      I look out at time and time lost,

      and begin to see the similarities between them

      and the open space where rest and dreams are not

      mortal sins.

      I am recovering and uncovering and

      beginning to understand just how much I do not know,

      will never know, and never miss.

      I have been half way ‘round the world and

      as far away as I can travel my critics are always near,

      living within me and ensuring my guilt.

      I have remade myself more times than Madonna,

      sometimes out of longing, often out of fear,

      and once out of desperation.

      In an undiscovered country, I am a newfound secret.

      The wisdom of my mother is revealed in the knowledge that

      I am divergent.

      The love of my husband is a garment that is always clean and beautiful,

      but sometimes more than I can bear to wear.

      It is in the darkness of my

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