When She’s Gone

When She's Gone

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

The Artist

Bethany 1 12x12

The hungry mystery. The She. The I Am
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

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