Lori Colwell

Hello all, 

I am super excited to share with everyone an old taste of a new author to come. Yes, she's my first born and the face of my first book, It was Never a Choice, but if she weren't I'd watch her work all the same. She's weaving her first book. Well, her first written as an adult. And for everyone that loves fantasy and romance, while mixed with a little gore, you'll love it. The words she plays with, mortars a visual experience that captures your emotions and places your senses within the story. She's been writing stories since she was a kid and remains my inspiration in writing. I wanted to share one of her poems she created in her early teens, one still relevant in today's world, and one that at the time, made me wonder if I sent her out into the world after keeping her too sheltered or if I was the cause of her world view. 

My World View

My world view is that of a young eager girl who looked out her window and was amazed. Seeing all the pastel colored flowers and trees everywhere, with people smiling and laughing. One man held out his hand, aiding another. She waited eagerly for when she too could join this idyllic utopia. One day she opened the door and took a step outside and that vibrant world began to shatter.

The trees were being cut down by the millions in the name of big business and the flowers were withered from the toxic chemicals in the soil. The people were laughing and smiling at the misfortune of others. The man extending his hand was not intending to aid the other, but instead was demanding payment form the impoverished. There were people in the distance that she had once admired for their rich and intricate cultures; but now they murder one another because each harbored hatred for that same culture that fascinated her so much. The gleaming lake that entranced her from her window, its deep blue gleaming surface, now is green and black with excrement, and oil. With every step this girl is forced to take, disappointment keeps a close pursuit. The crisp air is replaced by the thick fog of pollution. Dishonesty, hypocrisy, oppression and fear, these are the acidic pollutants in the air that dissolve the bond between humans and their humanity. That little girl became old before her time. Now she strives to put reason behind the madness of a world that seems to lack any reason at all.