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R. MonaLeza has been spewing through poetry, memoirs, stage plays, screen plays, and fiction pieces to dispossess herself of the demons that drive her across the playing field of life. These cathartic revelations have become a testament to an interesting life.


R. MonaLeza's first book, Manifesto of a Menopausal Woman, came about while at a writer's retreat in Lake of the Ozarks, Missouri, in April 2007. It is the first of three books in a trilogy titled, Into A Life...Unbound, which depicts the transformation from victim to warrior. This first book was written from reflections that transmuted onto the page from the inside out.


R. Monaleza's second book in the trilogy, Naked and Raw, took the approach of the author viewing that same life from the outside in. This book is a deeper look into the author's life experiences that have taken her beyond abuse, abandonment, and control by the men in her life.


R. MonaLeza's third book in the trilogy, Unbound, is the final part of the journey that has taken the author beyond all boundaries and allowed her to put it out there without restraint. This third book is the final part of a journey toward healing.


R. MonaLeza's fourth book Voyeuristic Elucidations, is the author's view into human nature. The poetry in this book is a voyeuristic journey of interactions with people where the author looks beyond the exterior and writes down her perceptions of what might be playing out beneath what most portray.


The author's trilogy, Into A Life...Unbound was displayed at the Customs House Museum on March 6,2009.


R. MonaLeza has completed her first novel, Silent Retribution, which is available for purchase.


Views From A Solipsist's Mind

  • 2.

    2010 Jan 19

    An attempt at erotic poetry… crawling out shedding scales in crimson skies embryonic apprehensions expelled doubts die with yesterday’s life high on me writhing with the serpent’s rise from stasis awakened to the call of the wild untamed beast in forests lurks waiting for ink to color the night in obsidian cries thrust your desire into my sweet surrender fingers beneath my skin coiled into dying inhibitions unwinding do what you do break down [...]
  • 1.

    2010 Jan 18

    you drank from my cup the bitter poison turned your lips to ash as you kissed me into oblivion and shuddered in my wake you drank from my cup the bitter poison turned your eyes to glass as you gazed into my darkness and shattered in my hands you drank from my cup the bitter poison turned your arms to steel as you encircled my [...]
  • The poet awakens

    2010 Jan 16

    It’s been quite a long time since I’ve written poetry.  After finally finishing my novel, “Silent Retribution”, I felt it was time to take a much needed break from writing.  I’ve made attempts to go back to it time and again over the past couple of months, but there has been an emptiness where the [...]
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R. MonaLeza - Associated Content

  • Presidential History Will Be Shaped by Social Networking Technology

    2008 Jun 04

    Technology has had a profound effect on the Presidential race of 2008. The Internet has, and will continue, to play a vital part in the outcome of Barack Obama's possible election as the next President of the United States.

    Contributor: R. MonaLeza
    Published: Jun 04, 2008

  • Peddling Flesh: The Path to Porn

    2007 Sep 04

    I equate that philosophy to the downward spiral of young women that start with something they believe to be harmless, or as they put it "not such a big deal", and in a short time find themselves enmeshed in a lifestyle that boggles the mind.

    Contributor: R. MonaLeza
    Published: Sep 04, 2007

  • Is it Really Welfare?

    2007 Aug 28

    Once again my destination is the sixth floor of the tall green building on Cleveland Avenue - the Welfare Office. Stepping into the elevator, sadness envelopes me, for I feel surrounded by the hopeless.

    Contributor: R. MonaLeza
    Published: Aug 28, 2007