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Freelance Writer & Journalist

Hey there! My name is Michael Ramsburg. I'm a freelance writer and journalist from West Virginia. I specialize in travel, feature and copywriting for nonprofit organizations, small and medium-sized travel businesses and news outlets. My journalism work has appeared in the Pulitzer Prize-winning Charleston Gazette-Mail, the New York Times Upfront, and several local and national newspapers and magazines. My poetry, creative nonfiction, and fiction have been published in Crossin(G)enres, the Creative Cafe, and Literati Magazine, among many others. I am the creator of Project Fifty-Five, an interactive personal poetic journey through West Virginia's 55 counties, hosted in the online literary publication The Junction. My debut collection of creative nonfiction, tentatively titled Red Rover, is forthcoming.

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Freelance Writer & Journalist

Hey there! My name is Michael Ramsburg. I'm a freelance writer and journalist from West Virginia. I specialize in travel, feature and copywriting for nonprofit organizations, small and medium-sized travel businesses and news outlets. My journalism work has appeared in the Pulitzer Prize-winning Charleston Gazette-Mail, the New York Times Upfront, and several local and national newspapers and magazines. My poetry, creative nonfiction, and fiction have been published in Crossin(G)enres, the Creative Cafe, and Literati Magazine, among many others. I am the creator of Project Fifty-Five, an interactive personal poetic journey through West Virginia's 55 counties, hosted in the online literary publication The Junction. My debut collection of creative nonfiction, tentatively titled Red Rover, is forthcoming.

EXCERPT FROM MY ESSAY: MARCUM TERRACE (NONFICTION)

Outside, neighbors sit on rusty lawn-chairs, bitter brews in wrinkled hands. They’ll tell each other tales. How the law caught up with the Adkins boy, after he went and stole the copper from out the cable man’s truck. How Jeffery just come back from St. Mary’s — triple bypass, too much fried food — but he’ll be OK. In the distance, HPD sirens — Which one they come to get today? Everybody knows the routine: stay close to your door, hang out your window, keep watch, but don’t seem like you’re staring. They line the suspects on broken concrete, hands in plastic ties behind their back, lost dreams on their blank faces, yes ma’am and no sir on their tongues. In a moment, they’ll be gone — a momentary pause, an abrupt semicolon in their fractured lives — off to the Regional, worn cots and three-solid-meals a day.

EXCERPT FROM MY ESSAY: MARCUM TERRACE (NONFICTION)

Outside, neighbors sit on rusty lawn-chairs, bitter brews in wrinkled hands. They’ll tell each other tales. How the law caught up with the Adkins boy, after he went and stole the copper from out the cable man’s truck. How Jeffery just come back from St. Mary’s — triple bypass, too much fried food — but he’ll be OK. In the distance, HPD sirens — Which one they come to get today? Everybody knows the routine: stay close to your door, hang out your window, keep watch, but don’t seem like you’re staring. They line the suspects on broken concrete, hands in plastic ties behind their back, lost dreams on their blank faces, yes ma’am and no sir on their tongues. In a moment, they’ll be gone — a momentary pause, an abrupt semicolon in their fractured lives — off to the Regional, worn cots and three-solid-meals a day.

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