Pam Tucker spent much of her childhood in Kemmerer, Wyoming.
She graduated from Bountiful High School and subsequently BYU with a degree in
English. She and her husband spent the
next 33 years in Washington state and considers herself a Northwesterner and
small town girl. She performed as a storyteller in the schools for many years
while her 5 kids were growing up. She started writing at about age 50 when a
group of friends decided to form a writing group, Left to Write. “We tried
our hand at everything, but poetry is the genre that comes most naturally to
me. Those friends gave me the
encouragement and direction that got me started. We had a marvelous time
together.”
“One of my earliest joyful memories is listening to my dad
read poetry to me. I have always loved
the music of language. I find tinkering
with words to be both satisfying and challenging. I am a member of Dixie Poets and Redrock
Writers in St. George and have been thrilled to find these two groups of
wonderful writers.” Her poems have
appeared online at Prairie Poetry and
Literary Mama, and have been
published in Plainsongs, Trestle Creek
Review, and Gatherings: A Collection
of Women’s Writings. She is also the
author of the picture book Paper Monsters.
Carrying Tools to the Garden in Late OctoberPlunder, bees, these blooms.Raid the stamen’s stores of gold doubloonsand squander coins on aging wenchesas you swagger room to room.Take while you can, buzzing buccaneers,for I have come to upend the cosmos.We are both marauders of the season.Although in dangerous league we loot,you with rapiers drawn, I with slashingshears, November soon will sally outto raze the garden, stem and root.Winter looms before us all,and though we cut and parry,winter’s sure riposte will end us—piercedsmack-dab through our awe-struck, blustering hearts.
