My name is Kim Mulroney. I am a published (although lightly) poet in several on line publications such as but not limited to, Cynic Magazine, Shadow Poetry and Events Quarterly. I was voted as one of the top poets of 2006 and 2007 by Cynic Magazine. My work appears in 7 paperback publications and two Anthologies.
This bio is going to be different than my old one. I don't want to make it about my "accomplishments". I want to share two very important things in my life with you and then you decide if you want to read me. I thank you either way.
I have raised from baby-dom to their last breath, 9 Rottweilers and have 2 remaining. For those of you who knew me before, you saw pictures of my baby, Halas on here. We have had a very rough 2 years in my home, hence, why I have not been posting my writing here lately. I did lose another position and my husband lost his within 9 months of that. I don't think I have to give particulars on what has happened to us since other than to say, we lost everything. In the mist of it and how devastating the situation was, nothing opened the earth and swallowed me stunned and split in half like the night I held my baby Rottie, Halas, while he left this earth.
My best friend died 8 weeks after we found out he had cancer. We spent money we didn't have to save his life. He held on and even showed signs of healing for 4 weeks after his surgery. They said he had about a year with chemo and I was willing to take every minute of that year. Unfortunately, four weeks after his first dose, he went in for his second one and they did an ultra sound on his stomach and gave me the news that made me collapse like a baby to my knees. They said in that four weeks all the cancer they removed had come back and engulfed his liver and they gave him 6 weeks.
Halas and I went outside while my husband paid the vet bill. We sat together on a bench under a tree and like we always did, with him nestled between my legs, getting as close to me as he could, all 120 pounds of him. Together we watched the world living all around us. Quiet breezes of summer hugging us both while the birds contunued to sing all the while the clouds started to form a welcome path above us both. I watched him sniff and take in everything around him never fliching. He heard me crying even though I never made a sound and he just nuzzled closer to me.
We took him home. I love creating abstract artwork, that is actually my real calling. I had an urgent feeling about getting him on canvas so we bought a huge canvas and he sat patiently while I put tempra paint on his paws, every color. He knew what I was doing. In his weakened condition, he walked across that canvas then sat on it, then walked backwards on it. I was in awe of the painting my Halas created for me.
11 hours later my best friend, the purest most undemanding love I have ever in this life known, left me. He died on June 25, 2010. Exactly one year to the day of another wonderful artists death, a man I have loved and admired my entire life, Michael Jackson. (Victory)
Like Michael, I had no childhood, no love. But unlike Michael, I failed to take that and do something good in this world with it. I apoligize to my children, both biological and by marriage. I did the best with what I knew. I had nothing and no one so I taught myself. I missed a lot.
The old adage, if I only knew then what I know now is bigger to me than ever because I would have done EXACTLY everything Michael did. I would have tried to do whatever I could for the children. I mean ALL the children. Never forget the children are who WE are, they are our extensions. We make them what they are and when you yell at, hit, belittle, ignore, push away, walk away, you are the direct result of creating the duplicate of the very hole of sorrow, anger, loneliness and isolation I have felt my entire life. It was not the fault of MY children, it was the fault of MY family. Take the responsibility my friends. When you see your child today, hug them. When you see a child alone today, take their hand and show them the way to a better world. Heal the world poets.
I L.O.V.E. you more, Michael. V
I am a card carrying member of the Humain Society of the United States, The ASPCA
I AM hard headed, not can be. I am a trusting soul to a point. I can and probably will be opinionated. But, I have a nice smile and you will forgive me eventually or I'll just buy you candy.
I believe in GOD, I believe in equality, beginning with humanity itself. I believe in Freedom and I believe in America. I believe the blinders need to come off and I believe we can still pull this thing together, because Americans are not quitters. Our brothers and sisters of the world, are not quitters.
I believe I'm done. See ya out in the writing gallery!