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Amanda was raised on Long Island in New York, she was a quiet kid.She loved music, dance and singing at a very early age.
Her days were filled with music,from Sinatra to Streisand to The Beatles, to the Bee Gees.
But the bug that bit her for writing was a band called The Moody Blues.At the tender age of seven she heard "Nights iIn White Satin" and it made her cry.Amanda was hooked on the written word from that moment on.
As a child she was into such writers as Sheakespeare and Edgar Allen Poe,but it was Robert Lewis Stevenson's poem, "Block City" that stole her heart and it still carries it today.
Amanda was the head of a Theater company for a short time on Long Island,she was in her own band in the 1980's and she modeled for a short time as well.
In the mid 1980's there was a band called "Arcadia ", a band that emerged from her favorite band Duran Duran.It is from the album " So Red The Rose " that Inspiration sparked. Simon Lebon's Inspirations are what cause her to call him her muse, to this day...
Amanda makes her home on the South Shore of Long Island with her family.Her daughter Jessica designs her book covers. Think Arcadia is a mystical place?Well, no one knows for sure,so come in and see...you will find her there for sure.

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Thank You to Some New Romantic for making this labor of love for my book. I couldn't have done it more justice had I tried.Love to YOU SNR !

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WORD OF THANKS TO THE Angels in my life and the launch for OF UNKNOWN ORIGIN

For Andrea Dean Van Scoyoc :Thank you for all of your help ! It is the best I could ask for ! Here is a link to her great books !Darkest Greteings Fiends!Your Mistress is listening (I just don't alway...
Posted by on Thu, 28 May 2009 05:09:00 GMT

Spectator

 SpectatorOh ye of ringing endorsement impale me not at thine hour of ill reputeEntagled mine of information do wake the shed of time in half life  For there is a morn for those who cometh from darkne...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Apr 2009 22:45:00 GMT

Essence Of Silver Shadow

Melted entrapmentRibbons on the floorStreams of yesterdayKnocking on the doorWarranty revokedWatered-down wineStressful cracksPavement of heart's divideEssence of silver shadowCreated from your gazeBe...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Mar 2009 20:58:00 GMT

New Poems and such

Wild RideBy Amanda PharoNovember 22,2008( Saturday 11;27 P.M. )A feeling of weightlessness into space of a heavy speed in slow motion.A rush of wind and spray against my face and a cold crunch underne...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Nov 2008 10:45:00 GMT

RED

REDBy Amanda Pharo November 12,2003 Wednesday 7:36 A.M. ) Red; the elusive lover's shadeNe'er gone back to hide or disuadeYour heart a cheat from the startChances are secrets have been blown far apart...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Nov 2008 12:39:00 GMT

The Coalition Of Him And Her

  The Coalition Of Him and Her By Amanda Pharo November 10, 2008 ( Monday 11:25 A.M. )   There, she stood in a white linen dress; a billowby shore line. Hair of liquid brown a shimmer with g...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Nov 2008 17:19:00 GMT

Beautiful Wonders

Beautiful Wonders By Amanda Pharo   The sun dripped heavy honey in an orange sky,Reflected in the clouds rolling by...The Beautiful Wonders of a far cry,From the wounds of yesterdays gone by, In ...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Nov 2008 10:19:00 GMT

A Rose Of Bitter Dances

A Rose Of Bitter DancesBy Amanda PharoComposed October 31,2008Inspired by my friend Cannibal Rose ,written for her...( Friday 11:25 P.M. )A hunger for a rose of bitters, that dances at the end of a st...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Nov 2008 22:34:00 GMT

Writing

No More Passion I ask myself why do I write?I mean , why do I still write?I'm not srue anymore, not sure anyone on this page even cares.Ok, most.I get little to no comments and I am just disgusted wi...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Oct 2008 09:53:00 GMT

More Poems

Midnight Waves By Amanda Pharo Octobee 26,2008 Sunday 11;20 PM March of the midnight wavesIn morning rise of sun like a wind swept birdCovered downLike a verb in tackleSlave made from heart in shallow...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Oct 2008 20:55:00 GMT