Biography:
Rose Marie Juan-Austin was born and bred in the northernmost part of the Philippines, a rural community, which stretches along the South China Sea. Navotas, Laoag City is a medium sized community where everybody knows everybody.
Her early years were exposed to the beauty of nature, simple and slow-paced life. Her poems entitled: God's Orchestra and the Tall Trees In Our Backyard depict her profound love for the natural world.
She has earned her degrees in Bachelor of Laws and Bachelor of Arts in Political Science at the University of the East, Manila, once labeled as the largest university in Asia.
She performed legal and legislative works on the Committee on Civil Service, Appointments and Reorganization, City Council, Manila and served as Chief of Staff of a young local politician in the City of Manila. While working, she has taken masteral units in Public Administration. She has also worked at the Legal Department of Burger Machine Holdings Corporation, one of the notable fast food companies in the Philippines.
She gained interests in writing during her senior year in high school, when she was chosen as the editor of The Weaver, the official publication of the student body of Ilocos Norte National High School. In college, for a brief period of time, she tried news reporting at the Dawn, the official student publication of the University of the East. She has also served as the news editor of the Sulyap, the official newsletter of the UE Political Science Society.
She once hated poems because of their intricacies and ambiguities.But she found solace when she tried writing free verse poems as a tribute to her father when he died in 2016.
Her poems often deal with social problems that beset mankind: War Is A Vicious Cycle, Rebellion Is A Descendant Of Harsh Hands and Pain Of Lies to name a few.
She was born to parents Florante Dacuag Juan, Sr.(deceased) and Trifona Mangapit Recido Juan. She has only one sibling, Florante Juan, Jr..
She is currently residing with her husband in Missouri, U.S.A..
Last night I saw you
On the waterfront
You glanced at me
And I looked your way!
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Poetry is a solitary art
But beautiful words come alive
While we write.
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Poems without readers
Are like lonely wallflowers
On the wide dance floor.
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