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Author:

Ama

 
Pen name:
Ama
Location:
Salmon, Idaho
Name:
Amanda St John
My site:
http://
Bio:
I'm at the foot of the Continental Divide, in a town stripped of its gold, and its lead. Mule deer meander through town, browsing unguarded gardens and shrubs. The Salmon river attracts myriad birds. Each morning, the heron fly from their rookery to downstream fishing grounds. The dippers and pigeons line up along streams. Robins and starlings chase one another away from deer pies loaded with insects. Lazuli buntings and Cedar waxwings visit the flowering trees. By afternoon, the osprey lunge for steelhead or salmon and the golden eagles gain loft to hunt across the valley. In the evening, the herons return home. The turkey vultures whirl overhead, searching for fresh roadkill. The turtle dove announces itself over, and over, and over again. All day a girl rides her bicycle up and down the alley, past the porch. Soon, the tourists will come.

I'm from Toledo, Ohio. I serve as Red Bird Chapbooks' Broadside Series Coordinator--do submit your work--and as a work-for-hire author. Upcoming children's books published by Norwood House Press and by The Child's World.

Work published in Sleet magazine's Spring 2011 edition; Flurry 3, 2010; Rock, Paper, Scissors 2010, 2009; and What Light poetry series 2005 through MNArtists.org. In 2009 and 2010, served on editorial board for RPS, and 2009 Water~Stone Review.
 
 
 
My Reponses
 
Date Title Content
Psyche_27 It surprises me that I remember the...
Abbey in the Oakwood Hush The snow ceases to fall the trees are...
History of the Orange Bicycle, 1983 “We can’t go any further,” whined Charlie,...
Young Spartans Exercising The green field is smooth as a tablecloth....
After Simberg's We carried our sister between us on two...
Rainy Evening on Hennepin Avenue The trees grown in a straight row between...
Classic French -inspired by a photo of Louis Wagner It...
Fetus in the Womb Merry wants whipped cream to top her pumpkin...
Shiatsu Anma I open the little door of the cage and step...
Yes, Please Yes, I can so eat a whole apple... see, my...
The Cure of Folly Wouldn’t it be great if we could just...
Aquafina Security Desk, Day 1 I didn’t know my co-worker long before he...
Alicia When she wakes up, Alicia will stumble to...
Cornfield Sci-Fi The man lays his white t-shirt over the back...
When Speed Precedes Accuracy He said, “don’t try to flatten the squirrel,...
Dream of the Fisherman's Wife On Tuesday the fisherman’s wife treated...
Blackbeard's Jolly Roger My uncle threaded a daisy stem through his...
Theatre Red curtain peels open the folds of its...
Rodin's Thinker My hands and feet have grown large to meet...
Lady Lilith I’ll give Rossetti a break—he wanted to do...
Night-blooming Cereus During the evening’s rain shower, a lady...
10 Minute Parking The bicyclist is gone. Jen’s doing okay,...
Teachers There is a host of naked women inside of...
Spur When I was a girl, I saw my mother crying....
Marie “There are things you can’t reach. But...
Millais Ophelia (for Lizzie Siddal, the model) Cut the...
 

 

 

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