All right, on this beautiful Saturday and day five before Midnight Abyss, I’d like to introduce Theresa Briscoe Tschetter. This woman has an amazing gift with poetry. Plus, she skillfully wrote a story involving Lilith for our short story collection while juggling a family!
So here’s Theresa:
Theresa Briscoe Tschetter was born and lived in Texas until 2001, when she moved to Wyoming. As a mother of 6 ranging in age from 25-12, her family is her first priority and greatest success. She has been a “Jack (or Jill) of all trades,” working in restaurants, with elderly patients, disabled adults, and high needs children. She graduated from college with a degree as an Occupational Therapy Assistant in 2009.
Theresa chose to place her serious writing pursuits on hold while raising her family and has no regrets. With her children growing older and needing her attention less, she began a search for a new support community. After joining Writers Carnival, the muse within her awoke after dozing for some time. She has renewed her dreams and enjoys participating in poetry readings and poetry slams, and has received 2nd and 3rd places in contests, with an honorable mention in another. With the support of her fiancé, Lee, her children, and with the collaboration with her co-authors, Theresa is pursuing her first venture with dark fiction.
Theresa also enjoys reading, cooking, camping, photography, animals, and spending time with her family. Her favorite authors include Dean Koontz, Stephen King, Craig Johnson, C. J. Box, Mauve Binchy, Jennifer Weiner, Jodi Picoult, Henry David Thoreau, and Edgar Allen Poe, among many others.
Now let me give you a brief glimpse into Requiem, Theresa’s poem.
Short Clip from Requiem:
Silent, Death comes in the shape
Of a stranger dressed in black
A young woman decides her life isn’t going the way she wants to go and makes an impulsive choice. What will become of her now?Requiem is inspired by Edgar Allen Poe, teen angst in the 1980’s, and a very bad day.
-The rest of the poem, in my opinion, is captivating. I love poetry that tells as much with the way it flows as with the words it paints.