From pain comes art.

“Everyone matters and has something to give.

For those hearts that see this seeking out others with the same.

I bow to you in acknowledgment of wholeness, understanding, kindness, and yearning to connect.

Inside my soul burns to meet others who wish to collaborate in this search for universal light.

Let no one take your candle but instead let’s hold it together up high so that all can see. Let us heal each other in spite of the hate and lies surrounding us.”

Angela K. Crandall
© 1/3/18



Never have I ever fought so hard for something I didn’t care about to get paid.

I haven’t had it made.

Then I arrive home every day to battle for my love.

The written word, a passion plus try to show myself-compassion.

For the joy that comes from typing letters with meaning warm fuzzy feelings, or hateful, mad and sometimes even sad.

Then there are moments I just cry, and cannot stop.

No one though is shocked.

 I keep going I just get by


Somehow manage still to fly words across the screen.

They are better than anything, except maybe caffeine.

Angela K. Crandall



Pop pop pop
Go your dreams
 letting the doubts
Fears burn brighter than the light inside  
Allowing those voices to get the best of you
Wondering what the critiques will be
How will they see what I choose to display
Perspectives of varying vices might make you fall
Are you willing to evolve past this?
Sing out your song
Let go
Carry on
Just be
As you are

Angela K. Crandall



My life

I’ve been away

I’m not playing, on vaca, or trying to deceive you.

My heart is in my last novel, a beloved series inside of this soul.

Still another idea side swept to evolve soon.

A poetry book I yearn to press into true pages that can be held by hands.

A deep passion that often at times must climb, dive, drive, and shovel pain into action.

Throughout my daily life of confessions…

Day job


Me, the wife


Oh gosh, this is life?

A cycle of balance sometimes falters.

Please understand while I am away…

I’ve been wishing my fellow authors, poets, and readers the best.


Angela K. Crandall


In Default

“I miss the summer light that peered into my bedroom each morning. When I awoke, I’d push the covers from my feet rising to greet the sun. Then reach for the smell of the dew on the grass or the sweet trickle of rain that had simple past as I’d slept. Now, there is the darkness of the fall. It pushes me into a deep desire to sleep, devours the emptiness, void of light. No longer am I feeling the bounce in my step, but an eagerness to lay dormant beneath the sheets in my bed.”
~Angela K. Crandall~


I’m not everything you want me to be.  
It’s hard to keep up
I work, write, and  try to balance my life
Then I lose track of time
Erase e-mails of poetry
Finding it difficult to make time, to read others visions
But creating it to finish my last novel
A series
To complete a dream
Then start another.
My apologies
I wish I could be better
Always here for everyone
Even myself
When I am not.
~Angela K. Crandall~