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The National League of American Pen Woman was founded by Henry Longfellow's niece in 1896.

Quote from their first meeting, on June 26, 1897 states;

We hope to be of mutual aid, advice and future development for each other and their careers.

I certainly found this to be true when I first signed up in 2009 at The Palm Springs Branch.

The best part about NLAPW is not only do we have monthly local meetings but if we are not able to attend, we can tap into the national website that gives you access to so many opportunities as well as meeting other members throughout the United States.

I was fortunate enough to come across a NLAPW friend from the Houston Branch. She was impressed with my work and strongly encouraged me to apply to numerous publications. It's always a blessing to be encouraged by others who have worked just as hard at their own endeavors~ Thank you, Treanor!

Below are published works and other writings.

From NLAPW PRESS Spirit, Peace and Joy~ An Anthology of Poems

UNITY

TAKE ME BY YOUR HAND

FOR IT IS SO STRONG I GAZE AT YOU WITH AMAZEMENT

HOW SOULS INTERTWINE AND GROW TO FLOWER

SHOW THE BRILLIANCE OF LOVE AND LET MY WARMTH DEVOUR

ANY DOUBT OR TROUBLE THAT STANDS BEFORE YOU

FOR YOU ARE NEVER ALONE WHEN

YOU HAVE MY HEART

SO LOOK INTO ME AND SEE THAT I GIVE YOU BACK

WHAT YOU BELIEVE

SEE THAT I SMILE WITH SIMPLICITY

SEE THAT THERE IS NO STRUGGLE WHEN THERE IS BELIEF

From NLAPW Press Poems of The SuperMoon

EMILY DICKINSON 1845

DEAR WOMEN

IMAGINE A LIFE WITH OPEN DREAMS

I DREAMT LAST NIGHT THAT I WAS THE GLORY OF A BLUE JAY

FLYING THROUGH THE MEADOWS

HER SPIRIT SPOKE TO

THE RIVERS

SHE TOLD ME THAT THE MORNING LIGHT SPEAKS IN MUSIC

THE TREES THEY WHISPER IN TUNE

SHE FLIES ABOVE THE CHILDREN

DANCING ON THE WAYSIDE

THEIR VOICES ARE SINGING TO THE FOOTSTEPS OF A WELL-TRODDEN PATH

THEIR THOUGHTS FEARLESS AND FREE

DEAR WOMEN

HOW MUST WE BE TODAY?

DO I NOT NEED TO COOK ME A MANS STEW?

HOW DREADFUL A FEELING TO BE TRAPPED IN A WOMENS SHOE!

WE MUST IMPLORE OURSELVES

TO SHINE LIKE SPRING ON A COLD WINTERS MORNING!

TO FLEE INTO THE NIGHT WHERE DREAMS GALLANTLY ROAM!

EVEN NOW

AS WE PUT OUR PENS TO ITS PAGE

IMAGINE

A GREAT MOON THAT SHINES WITHIN THE WILLOWS

AND THE NIGHTINGALES

WHO SING AS IF THEY WERE MADE OF HARPS!

AND IN THE MORROW

WITHIN OUR WORDS

A SUN THAT RISES UPON OUR WINDOWSILLS

IMAGINE WHAT A JOYFUL DAY THAT WOULD BE

A JOYFUL AND GRATEFUL DAY INDEED

WITH ALL MY LOVE

EMILY

NLAPW FLASH FICTION

THE WOUNDS OF A SOLDIER

HE WAS TRAINED TO STARE INTO THE EYES OF OTHERS AND WATCH THE BLOOD RUN OUT

THEY DEVOTED HIS THOUGHTS TO THE HISTORIC IDEA OF KILLING AT ANY COST

WHEN HE RETURNED HOME, HE WAS CALLED A HERO.

THEY DRAINED HIM

WITH SALUTED SALUTATIONS

HOOKED HIM ON OXYCONTIN, CLORAPAN AND OPIATES

WHICH EVENTUALLY LED TO HEROIN ON THE STREETS.

“WE BECOME WOUNDED IN THE SOUL,” HE SAID. “SOMETHING NO DRUG CAN FIX.”

HE TOLD ME ONCE THAT NO ONE SHOULD EVER COME BACK ALIVE, NO ONE.

THAT THE TRUE MERCY OF WAR WOULD BE IF NO ONE CAME BACK ALIVE.

FLASH FICTION

"THE PREACHERS WIFE"

LOVELAND, COLORADO. 1901

HE LOOKED AT HER

TOO MANY TIMES

WONDERING

HE WALKED UP TO THE PORCH

SOMEHOW KNOWING SHE WOULD BE WAITING

SHE LAYS HER HAND UPON THE PORCH SCREEN

“I CANT SAY MUCH FOR MYSELF,

BUT MY HUSBAND IS AN HONORABLE MAN

AND I PAY MY LOYALTY TO HIM"

HE CAME CLOSER

TO THE EDGE OF THE DOOR

"THOSE ARE GOOD AND DESCENT WORDS .” HE SAID

"THEY ARE WORDS I HOPE TO LIVE BY." SHE SAID

HOPE? HE SAID

POEMS

THE PINES OF ROME

WALK THROUGH THE TALL GRASS MEADOWS

SEE THE REFLECTIONS OF MY YEARS

FORCES OF NATURE

IMPRESSIONS THAT FLOW

THROUGH THE LIGHT OF THE FOREST

IN THE NIGHTINGALES GLOW

THROUGH THEIR SILHOUETTES OF SONG

THROUGH THE PINES THAT WHISPER

THE SUN THAT RISES FROM THE DARK DAYS OF TIMBER

BEHOLD MY YESTERYEAR OF PAST AND FUTURE

THROUGH THE OMINOUS GLORY OF ALL GODS NATURE

I WALK THROUGH THE WONDER OF MY HOME

THE WONDROUS PINES

THE PINES OF ROME

SUNFLOWER HILL

DARK SKINNED FACES WITH TRUMPET YELLOW CROWNS

GREEN LACED STOCKS WITH TRINKETS OF SILVER AND GOLD

A SULTRY VOICE COMES FROM ALLAH

THEY SWAY TO HER TUNE

IN THE NORTH OF THE KORDOFAN

THERE ARE SUNFLOWER HILLS

PAINTED FACES OF JOY DANCE TO

THE BEAT OF HOURGLASS DRUMS

OCTAVE LUTES AND BONGO REEDS

ORCHESTRATED

INTO

THE

SEAMS

OF THEIR LIGHT

YES GOD IS LOVE

SHE LAYS INTO HIS GROUND

AND RISES IN THE STOCKS OF

SUNFLOWER HILLS

THE SUDANESE REJOICE IN CHANTS

ARMS STRETCHED OUT

TO GOLDEN SKIES

CIRCLED

INTO THE NILES VALLEY

WITH THE SPARKLING DUST OF

THE

RED

SEA

HILLS

YELLOW PAINTED PETALS

OF YORUBA SPRING

SINGING OUT TO THE BEAT OF A SUNFLOWER HILL

INCENSED BY THE OILS OF PERSIAN RUGS AND SANDALWOOD

COSMOS LAYS AT THEIR FEET

PERMEATING THE FREEDOM OF PEACE

IN THE NORTH OF THE KORDOFAN WE ARE SUNFLOWER HILLS SINGING TO A UNIFIED TUNE

GEISHA GIRL

BEAUTIFUL AND DARK

PAINTED SWAN LIKE EYES

SNOW COVERED SKIN DRIFTING

INTO THE PETALS OF ROSE SCARLET LIPS

DOVES FLY THROUGH THEIR HANDS

AS THEY FAN THEMSELVES TO THE THIRST OF SPLENDOR

THEIR PORCELAIN SILHOUETTES SOFTLY DANCE IN SILK

EMBROIDERED GOWNS SEWN TO AMUSE THE MYSTIC CHANTS

BOWED LUTE AND ZITHER QUINN

STRUNG BY 7 STRINGS

LINED WITH 13 HEADS OF PERAL

LEADING TO THE GEISHA

GIRL SHE PLAYS

SHAMISEN EXOTIC TONES INTO A FLOATING WORLD

OF LILAC LILIES

SILK COMBED HAIR OF EBONY

TWIRLED

INTO FLOWERING CROWNS

DRAPED CRIMSON WATERFALLS STREAM FROM HER NECK

O BEAUTIFUL GEISHA

YOU SIT ON A SHELF IN MY SISTERS ROOM

AND IT IS ONLY THROUGH THIS PEN THAT I TAKE YOU DOWN

AND TURN YOU INTO THE SPIRIT OF GEISHA

BEAUTIFUL GEISHA GIRL