She had a history.
It was lost somewhere between birth and now,
She couldn’t remember when that was;
Things changed.
Too many winters hovering over fires in barrels,
Too many shadowed alleys,
Too many days pushing a grocery cart
Filled with cast offs,
Too many unseeing city crowds.
Who was she?
Had she a name?
She didn’t use it.
Where was she from?
It didn’t matter.
A back street wanderer.
A night time phantom.
She was alone in a crowded world.

Author: Norm Rourke

In addition to writing and performing poetry, I have been a staff writer for Persimmon Hill and The Ketchpen, publications of the National Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum. I have also been contributing writer and columnist for the Oklahoma News Weekly and have written pieces for the Sapulpa (OK) Daily Herald. I was also a columnist for the Henryetta (OK) Free Lance. I’m currently a contributor to the Oklahoma Observer (Oklahoma City) and I write for the Okmulgee (OK) News Network online publication. I’m also been a book reviewer for Amazon.com, Barnes & Noble.com and for other publications.
I am a freelance writer and offer professional editing and communications consulting services for creative writers and business communicators. I organized a writers group—Okmulgee County Writers Roundup—and am past president of the Friends of Okmulgee Public Library.
Named to the Honorable Order of Kentucky Colonels by the governor of that state, I have lived in and written about places in New Mexico, Texas, Colorado and Oklahoma.

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