Hello, friends! In September of 2015, I began the Certificate Program at the Independent Publishing Resource Center in Portland, Oregon. This place is amazing and I love our instructors and all the energy of this awesome creative environment. I am... Continue Reading →
I saw you pick worms out of the lawn, sing and watch for cats, red robin. more on this later
Sound breaks into me knows I stretch my mouth wider. Yawns taste clapping hands.
The fiddle notes float outside I watch the geese fly by with the plane A calm and sweet night
Through the lit window Shining eyes over pages Moss thick trees mourn her
Trying to get nails Out of my black rubber shoe Glimpsed a hawk's tail And the mouse he'd caught fell Ran off toward the sunset
Shade over the sea Coming to your hidden face We see only stars