Listen
you will hear her story
awake on a breath of wind
the wings of a butterfly
in that first unfolding
whisper the colors of her dress
a prism of light through your window
When She’s Gone
The Artist
The hungry mystery. The She. The I Am
woman
mother
artist
Creation’s fertile ground
Do you have room for one more artist?
Give her a home
Your Seaside Souvenir
A woman, she’s an ocean and
the ocean has her moods too
Today, she started stretched out smooth
above a bed of predatory prey. The constant hidden
hunger under sheets soon tossed to billowed waves
Find Your Story 