Anne Rasico (AKA Anne Joyce) was born in a small town in Indiana you've probably never heard of. She composed short stories and comic books as a child and began writing poetry at the age of thirteen. In 1998 she received an Honorable Mention for Literary Excellence for her poem "She Didn't Come Home." She attended business school and made the Dean's List for three consecutive years, putting her love for writing on the back burner. It wasn't until her mid-twenties that a political post on social networking rekindled her literary flame that has since become a bonfire
In 2013 her novella “When the Chips Are Down” was named a Finalist in the MARSocial Author of the Year Contest and her novel "Arid" was published in 2018. When she is not writing, thinking about writing, or going insane from writing she enjoys camping, fishing, swimming and otherwise spending time with loved ones. She is mother to three extremely spoiled cats. Crazy cat lady? Probably
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I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see
I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me
The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me
My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep
Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?
I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door
In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone
My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone