Audrey was born and raised in western Nebraska. The bottom of the barrel of a group of seven children she grew up with a vivid imagination. One of her earliest stories she remembers creating involved scaring the kids in the neighborhood by saying an old man killed a woman in the abandoned house down the street. She never wrote any of her stories down though.

She left high school at fifteen and wandered a bit. Audrey has lived in Nebraska, Colorado, Illinois, Arkansas, Arizona, Nevada, California, Wyoming, and now Iowa. In her travels she’s had the privilege of experiencing more than most will experience in a lifetime of living. Audrey settled in Mason City fourteen years ago. She started placing her stories on paper once she hit college. Thanks to the influence of some great instructors at North Iowa Area Community College she found her niche behind the pen about two years ago. Since then she has flourished. Audrey is thankful for the guiding hands of so many wonderful writers here at Waldorf.

She was able to write for the Lake Mills Graphic last summer and experience the days of a small town journalist. It was a fantastic experience and she looks forward to continuing her growth in this style of writing.

Audrey also looks forward to expanding her creative writing in fiction and non-fiction as well as increasing her poetic abilities. Her future includes graduate school to pursue a masters in the creative writing world and eventually land behind a desk to help other young writers find their preferred ink color. She prefers Azure blue with sparkles.

Here is some of Audrey’s works:

Liberated

Like a slice of deliverance sky, blue ribbon sliding through air,
Sleek and twisting.
Shimmers on one side, reflecting crystals above.
Cool, crisp darkness below.
Held tight in the grip of a juvenile trunk,
Swung high as a liberation flag.
First moments of play for
A pachyderm calf.
Joy introduced by loving hands
Of those gifting salvation.
Unshackled from pains of forced servitude,
Constrained by hands of greed.
Taken by lust, covetousness, selfishness
Craving without understanding,
Poachers of life.
Utopia finally arriving,
In the form of a cordon of asylum,
Cutting the bonds of slavery.
Unrestraint released by the joy
Of an empyrean streamer.

Premature

Her ears were filled
With a blue black highway
That led to silence.

The flickering sign
On the side of the road,
Filled with a failing battery,
Blinked dimly D-E-A-F.

Roads left unmarked
No direction for
Visiting sonority.

Pavers and rollers removed
Dust covered orange caution cones
Stand as stark reminders
Of a job left unfinished.

Dump trucks empty now
Meant to carry syllables;
Orders never to be received.

Idly sit waiting
All workers given leave.
No hands to turn the sign from stop.