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Author:

Joyce Chelmo

 
Pen name:
Joyce Chelmo
Location:
Detroit Lakes, Minnesota
Name:
Joyce Chelmo
My site:
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Bio:
I was raised in Northeastern Minnesota, on the edge of Boundary Waters.
I couldn't wait to leave, and moved to Minneapolis when I was young,
eventually I ended up clear on the other side of Minnesota. I'm married
and I have two grown sons, one in California the other in St. Cloud, Minnesota.

Now I wish with all my heart I could go back to the wilderness, find a nice little cabin by the Shagawa river and write. I've been published in several small press zenes, my favorite being Thunder Sandwich. A book titled Healing Tree was recently published by Rank Stranger Press.
http://cartermonroe.jimchandler.net/rsp.html

I'm also a visual artist specializing in colored pencil drawings on black paper. My subjects are still life and Minnesota landscapes.


Recently published in my favorite e-zine I finally release five of my 'Gypsy Red' poems. http://www.thundersandwich.net/ts28/index.html
 
 
 
My Reponses
 
Date Title Content
Constrained Emotions He created an Ivy cove with a moss...
let the dove fly as the sun set in the west in a blaze of...
you miss what you know it’s a quiet pre-summer night beyond the...
mistaken we thought you were...
ignorance propaganda is dangerous yesterday and...
title unworthy pain runs through generations of this...
simplicity grandma and grandpa’s farm house was heated...
burn my past they promised me if i published my...
my furrowed brow sitting in my chair watching the news i...
my angel if i have a guardian angel he has to be...
# 30 it’s gray sunday streets are wet from...
# 29 he’s buried among all those white...
# 28 it was the end of my 21st year and i was...
#27 to look into his eyes is like looking into...
# 25 meat what am i supposed to write about...
#26 britt and peggy are two of the...
# 24 elma’s farm was just up the road the hay...
# 23 some images inspire absolutely...
# 22 you knew my past i have no problems with...
#21 it’s hard to believe you were ever that...
# 20 i spent many summers on my...
# 19 i can’t stand the smell of...
# 18 i belong to four small circles of...
# 17 i fell down the basement...
#16 not all nightmares happen when you’re...
# 15 a few years ago the library had a...
#14 they’re taking me apart in tiny...
#13 my son called he complained that the...
# 12 all my life they told me i look like...
# 11 carter has a theory he says when we get...
# 10 i always thought andy warhol was a...
# 9 to laugh loud scream when excited to not...
# 8 light candles call the witches and the...
# 7 a rainy night in fargo city lights seep...
# 6 he teased me about glowing in the...
# 5 if he couldn’t have her no one else...
# 4 sometimes i think i might be the only...
# 3 some men are like octopus they wrap their...
#2 the night she was born i fell...
#1 nevada was tall and lean plain narrow...
# 1 maple branches bend in the wind a lemon...
tyrannized i’ve witnessed something astray in her...
grief comes softly grandpa’s love was always soft a week...
laundromat hennepin avenue between franklin and...
bittersweet i wonder what you’d say about who i am...
Like Ophelia bathing stress away the phone rings i...
Broken Inside you watched me curl as you lacerated my...
joyce anderson first glance i thought she doesn’t...
destiny days like this when i’m left with...
colorless everything is in...
resisting resisting (revised) you pull me outside...
that thing seems the closer i get the more i lose...
precious colors i circle them like a predator stalking...
newly engaged one bedroom a kitchen i envy one...
The Scarlet Bird She was born precocious and entirely...
A River can’t stop looking at your...
Kindred an early morning whisper slides cool...
neighbors she wears white and khaki not a hair out...
malaise every day i feel the downward pull of...
all my lovers
backlash of suicide
Who He Is (Howard) Who He Is He says he never smiles but...
We Oleanders she called me for mother’s day that...
Wealth Wealth Brook came home with his beautiful...
a parody of myself i’ve come to accept the fact that I will...
The Poet of Brevity Richard Brautigan was a mystery he...
never ending never ending geese were flying north and...
Monochromatic Dream Monochromatic Dream woke with a twisted...
*** like the chick inside the egg i’m...
on shallow ground roots grown in rocky soil never hold for...
these branches my roots run deep they’ve worked their way...
Traveling Introspective Fresh snow covers the roads, it's...
plain Jane there was nothing outstanding about her...
dance with me a moment i sit at the bar or at the table by the...
Nocturnal Poet sleepless driving around with poetry in...
balance being a dancer too much of her life...
A Touch of Color He walked out the door anxiety ridden, I...
perfect place a haunting loon's call in early morning...
Liquor Store Queen Frenchy was there from the moment the...
Summer Days in the North Woods One mile down Fernberg Road across the from...
He Suffers Beautifully Cloaked in midnight shadows, nocturnal,...
Britt should have been Finn just for fun
lake lake's edge autumn winds move cold...
Sweet Autumn In days a gentle northern breeze blows...
the road home inspired by
neon forest my family used to visit an old...
old wooden fences inspired by
changes changes six years ago during emergency...
we lotus we lotus our roots born in muck stems...
... ... we fill our canvases with multiple...
heroes and myths i’m long past believing in white...
autumn chants release mid-august leaves are turning orange &...
minneapolis bridge strangely i’ve never been able to write...
to: otherology it’s a dust bowl friday a train whistles &...
fragments for:
conversation on the patio to:
Peterson’s Wilderness Cabin to
Behind Shaded Windows of The Haze House They lived in the first house on the edge...
culture clash she busted through my doors & tried to...
A Simple People two old timers seated at the breakfast...
sunday’s hung over my head For the photo
Power Outage and Warm Memories For
first memory For the photo
She Was She Was Orange sunsets smiles abound...
abandoned things i live near farm country in western...
flesh south hennipen avenue & lake street...
no title my world suddenly became smaller & the...
Widow-Maker I was standing outside today when a...
what you don't know we're trees side by side my limbs are...
healing tree my son says he’s always been partial to my...
In Shadows He hovers in shadows and all eventually...
Resting Place Among the birches in a field away from man...
 

 

 

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