My New Blog…

 

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Born in Alabama to a Native American (Chickasaw) father and an emotionally absent mother since birth, raised by father, a Native American great-grandmother and an African-American woman whom were all grand storytellers.

As early, as four years old, I was roaming the countryside around our home alone or with my father; in the evenings I sat at the feet of these strong-minded individuals listening to the stories of their lives. Summers I lived with my fathers’ sister in Birmingham, Alabama; it was she that would help to discover a library, and mingle with my aunt’s circle of friends that included local writers, artist, and politicians. A cabin deep within the Black Warrior Forest was also my playground on weekends. My aunt encouraged my imagination by introducing me to journaling, which I filled Big Chief Tablets with stories over the summer. Planted was the desire to write, a seedling waiting to spurt from the warm southern heart of a child.

Nonetheless, with adulthood, the desire to write buried itself deep within, the dream wilted but did not die. It laid dormant, gaining experiences. These experiences became short stories and poetry ready to share with anyone who would want to read them. I began painting as a child and later as an adult, and then it lay dormant for years.

I write of many life experiences in poetry format; questioning everything from Mother Nature to God…the poetry is raw, sometimes dark and may not be understood by all. Yet, it comes from deep within and reads of truth within my soul. The harshness that shrouded my life would cause me to withdraw from most of the world; it fills the pages of my writing, the heartache, the abuse, and the denial of a mother, all frankly portrayed.

Today, I enjoy my children, grand and great grandchildren, my four-legged companion Mason, I live in Southern Wisconsin…far from my southern roots; however, I continue to write and paint almost daily.

Below are the books that I have published in paperbacks at Amazon.com, under the name of Ann Johnson-Murphree:

Book #1 Echoing Images from the Soul 2012

Book #2 Beyond the Voices 2012

Book #3 Reflections of Poetry 2013

Book #4 Honeysuckle Memories 2013

Book #5 Sachets of Poetry on Adoration, Anger, Asylums and Aspirations 2014

Book #6 My Journey into Art 2014

Book #7 Fragments of Time

Book #8 Rutted Roads 2016

Book #9 Asterial Thoughts 2017

Book #10 Flying with Broken Wings 2017

Book #11 Cherished Memories 2018

Book #12 Rhythm Rhyme Thoughts

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12 thoughts on “My New Blog…

  1. Now the journey begins as a blogger. You have to convince your reader enough about what you post. Ok. I was like you 3 years ago. This is about showing passion.

    Am patrick by name . This is the advice i have for you. Keep the good work.

    You welcome dear friend.

    #PATRICKSTORIES
    Peace ✌and Love ❤

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  2. Thanks    for accepting and following my blog.

    I’m available to read your post at my convenient time.

    You have such an interesting topic I will love to read in
    your blog.

    I still remain  the simple blogger…..

    #PATRICKSTORIES
    Peace ✌and Love ❤

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      1. Thank you! I appreciate your thoughtful response.

        Such an awesome way of replying someone. Thanks. Again
        As always your posts are incredible and I enjoying reading every word down till the last line. I must say that you are probably one of the excellent bloggers on WordPress that write inspired
        Writing/post

        Also, I just posted: OSCILLATION
        Would love to know your views. Love to see your contributions on it. I’m always excited for your comment. 🙂

        You are welcome

        #PATRICKSTORIES
        Peace ✌and Love ❤

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      2. The storyteller or poetry creator appears in this setting to be lonely his entire being filled with guilt and grievances. His thoughts are on Maria and her death, this thoughts appear to be, “will he find another Maria, an individual who meets his requirement and fills the role and the void within him. Is the woman in the casket actually Maria, or is it a clone? Was he lost in an empty space, does this complex situation give him peace. Will Maria return to him, or will he find another, or will only Maria make him complete. This is the premise that I received from your story. I love it, the story it told was deep and painful, and no love can be replaced. You can only hope there is another that will somehow fill the void. Good Luck, E.

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    1. You are very welcome. The forest was established as Alabama National Forest on January 15, 1918 with 66,008 acres. On June 19, 1936 it was renamed Black Warrior National Forest, which in turn was renamed William B. Bankhead National Forest on June 6, 1942. It has remain the Bankhead ever since. Years ago parts of the forest had some private lands in it, one such area about 5 acres where my aunt and uncle from Birmingham, Alabama own with a rustic cabin. I spent many summers vacations there. Thank you for your comment. E.

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