Autumn Dawn Ridge

Autumn Dawn Ridge


The leaves were turning to the color of her hair

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About Me

Just a country girl from No-where's-ville, Virginia. I write all kinds of stuff, from whimsical poetry, to spy-mance, to pulp fiction. I write poetry to share, but I keep the other stuff secret. They say that poetry is like truth, and people hate hearing the truth. Nobody reads it anymore, much less Keats, Shelley or even Poe. My attempts at writing dark, brooding poetry are often met with accolades of whimsy and delight by critics, which is as hilariously ironic as it gets. (grin) Even when I bare my darkest soul, I'm told it's filled with brilliance and light. Still, I think more people should immerse themselves in truth. Thanks for stopping by.


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Posted 8 Years Ago

Thank you to everyone that reviewed and wrote nice things about The Color of Love! It's a work in progress. I'll probably make it longer and add more colors. . . . peace.

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Posted 9 Years Ago

I would like to thank everyone who voted for "The Raven and the Crow." This is validation for me, that perhaps one day could become a writer. Validation comes in small doses, and not very regularly, so thanks. I appreciate all the kind words, and reviews.