"2 Poetry Books in 1"

The poems in this compilation of "2 Poetry Books in 1" were written together. One dark, the other light. In my mind they compliment each other. Both have pulled me thru rough and sleepless nights of silent hysteria and rage. I finally made a break through and learned to just appreciate every moment of my life, My son Joel Timmins contributed some of his artwork to this series

The poems in this compilation of "2 Poetry Books in 1" were written together. One dark, the other light. In my mind they compliment each other. Both have pulled me thru rough and sleepless nights of silent hysteria and rage. I finally made a break through and learned to just appreciate every moment of my life, and just not allow myself to be victimized anymore. I don't have to cry and write poetry and suffer defeat of spirit. I can glow and keep on glowing. I can breathe the love I feel. I don't have to withhold it....I'm free now. Just a little more cautious though. Hope you can relate to the poems. What started me writing these 2 books was a recurring dream in which I found my perpetrator and gladly inflicted injury (a family member who betrayed me), one whom I once loved dearly. The ugliness...the actuality of the act, so upset me... I had a nervous break down. So I learned that revenge is never worth it, even in a dream, because of what it does to the one performing such meanness ...especially inflicting great physical harm. It isn't worth it enough to dream about it! (smile) That's THE MIND WOULD KNOW poems. After the dream I wrote EVEN IN DREAMS and IN THE HUMMING. In The Humming inspired the book IF I COULD DO FOR YOU. My son Joel Timmins contributed some of his beautiful artwork to this series.

I was born and raised in NYC, lower Manhattan West Side. It's a neighborhood called Greenwich Village. It was a very colorful place to grow up with the push carts stopping their horses on the street in front of a tenement building where people hung out on the stoops. There was a lot of music going on all the time. The Italians listened to Opera, the Jazz musicians made jazz; the beatniks and later hippies with their guitars congregated in Washington Square Park. I grew up on Thompson Street 1 block from the park. I went to PS #41 elementary school on Greenwich Ave. My mother lived in the Waldorf Cafeteria (open all night) and she had a bench in the park beneath the elms where she socialized in the day time. It was frightening and interesting....but left me scarred. The good thing is, an artist needs fuel, and one thing I got is fuel! I escaped from the horror of that life when I was 19 years old. By the time I was 21, I was on a plane to Hawaii to stay with a very nice family in Kauai. Here, I found sanctuary with the Kanaka Ma'ole people during the Civil Rights Movement. I'm one of those people who just dropped out. I've had a beautiful natural life filled with music and love.