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“Hi. I’m Amba, and I’m a poet.
I have been a closet poet my entire life. While I was writing poetry I was also experiencing life. I survived childhood and went to college. Got married and divorced. Had children. Had other relationships some I probably shouldn’t have. Worked for a “large corporation” most of my life only to have them lay me off at the age of 50 – so I went back to school and became a massage therapist and started over again. But this time starting over I had a wonderful husband who has always known I was a closet writer. And he also told me one day I would write a book. So all those years of writing about all the experiences life has given me is here, and this is my coming out of the closet.
I am Amba and I am a poet.
There is one other person that I need to mention in this closet coming out, though. I believe that sometimes there are humans that are angels that visit us, messengers. I had one of those right before I was laid off, and my life totally changed and I completely redefined my world. I worked with him at the “large corporation” I mentioned. He was a young guy who was fresh out of college. We had one of those strange undefinable connections. At a holiday 10.00 gift exchange where we drew numbers and got our gift, I got the one from him. He told me that he bought it hoping I would be the one to get it. It was a trigger point massage tool and an old book of poetry by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, Poems of Passion from 1883.
I genuinely believe that he was showing me my future. A couple of months after he passed me those gifts, he died. I hope he is watching me come out and knows that I am grateful for his blessings.
So with that… welcome to my poetry. I hope you find something that you enjoy, that helps you heal, that touches you. Through putting this together I realized how much I write to heal. But I also write to celebrate and to remember. And at the end of the day, I think they are all poems of passion. Welcome.
domesticated demons
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Domesticated Demons is a collection of poetry about moments of anxiety, insecurity, depression, and other triggers and traumas that are familiar to many. In the same style as Amba's premier release, Maiden Mother Crone, the poetry you'll find in this collection is written for real people, about real life - raw, honest, and simple. This book provides a window of understanding, and the healing of knowing you aren’t alone. We all have demons - the trick, is learning to domesticate them.
maiden, mother, crone
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Maiden, Mother, Crone is a glimpse into the mind of a woman as she contends with her life’s experiences. The book is divided into 3 sections each one a stage of womanhood. Each poem an experience as she moves through these 3 stages of womanhood. Maiden is a young woman trying to find herself, find someone to love, begin to heal herself, understand where she fits in the world. Mother is a blend of motherhood and divorce – they went hand in hand. Crone is the later years in life. Looking back from where she has been and forward to what is left. Throughout she is trying to find peace and acceptance with herself and her world. Somewhere you may recognize pieces of your story too.
Poetry Reading and Book Signing
Saturday February 18, 2023.
11:30-12:30.
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poems
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I’ve missed you
The first snow an inch maybe two bundled up I drop on my back in the snow and slowly begin making a snow angel I’ve missed you
Trust
How do you learn to trust after you have been taught not to that question touches everything if you let it
Freedom
I am not a child I do not need a babysitter if you must treat me like a teenager I will text before I leave I will text when I get there I will text when I leave I will text when I get home and you don’t have to worry and I get to be free a little longer