Biography

Stacy Lynn Mar is an American poet and has authored five collections of poetry.  She has had over one-hundred poems published in over 40 magazines (both online and in print) and has one collection due for publication in Winter  2015 with Pink.Girl.Ink press.  Several of her works have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net.

 Stacy earned her Associates in Applied Science with emphasis on Human Services from the Kentucky Community and Technical College.  She earned her Bachelors degree in Mental Health Counseling & Human Services from Lindsey Wilson College.  She then went on to earn a MA degree in Mental Health Counseling.  Stacy also completed two post-graduate programs, earning certification in Professional Counseling and Addiction Counseling.   She pursued her undergraduate degree in English Literature from Ellis College of NYIT.



Online Poetry Collections:

Poem Hunter (new page)
Poem Hunter (old page)
Mad Swirl
Pink.Girl.Ink. Press
The Poet's Haven


Book Collections Include:

Small Boxes Closing (forthcoming in Winter 2017 by Pink.Girl.Ink. Press)

Muse:  A collection of Prompts For Creative Writing, 2016 Pink.Girl.Ink.  Press)

Mannequin Rivalry, 2015 by Pink.Girl.Ink. Press

Deeper Than Pink, 2014 by Pink.Girl.Ink. Press

Conversing In A Black Cadillac, 2013 by Leaf Garden Press

Anonymous Confessions, 2005 by Publish America


Professional Projects Include:

Pink.Girl. Ink. Press (an online women's blogzine and press that showcases a poem a week from a talented female writer as well as contributions from talented writers, poets, and artists.  The blog also offers weekly creative motivation)

In My Own Words:

 I was born and raised among the green wildness of the Appalachian.  My ancestors are part Irish, part Cherokee.  As a child, I climbed oak trees, drained pines of their sap.  Skinned my knees alongside the boys and nursed the broken wings of butterflies. 

I learned to read and write at the early age of three.  Expressing myself with words comes as naturally as breathing.

I did the whole college thing, astounding student loan debt and all.  Post-college, and five degrees hang across my wall.  Certifications, grad-school honors, the harrowing nine-to-five of practicums and internships where my twenties leaked like a faulty faucet.  

My third decade has found me freelancing.  Writing for the sake of writing because with the words comes a certain feel of freedom.  My independent  online ezine is a dream, in and of itself.  Monetary gain is of no relevance when it comes to realizing dreams.

I play with words.  I administer my vision via digital art.  I network with like-minded, free-thinking people.  I accost my evenings of books.  My kitchen wafts the constant smell of java bean.  I bend my head in prayer to whatever forces mend their meanings into my hands and hair.  

I am one with the universe, yet  I am also alone.  I have birthed a daughter from within my own bones.  Watched her walk, taught her to read.  She's part artist, part me.

I write from a city-loft apartment, all brownstone brick and hardwood floors that freeze my feet come winter.

I love sweets.  And I dream.  A lot.