Being Elder

Being elder– I have little shade to offer and no fruit. My blood has turned to a dry, sticky sap. … Continue reading Being Elder

Stories

Beyond Shade

Maiden (water)–ah the freshness of life!Breathe it in. Soak it up. Learn.Cherry blossoms. First love. Puppy licks and skipping in … Continue reading Beyond Shade

Poems, Studio

Waning Moon

There isn’t any time leftFor baby showersOr Tupperware partiesI haven’t any minutes to wasteOn polite conversation with strangersHave your high … Continue reading Waning Moon

Poems

Eldering

I love the facesWhere every line tells a storyOf a life that knows joyBut also knows worry Faces with halted … Continue reading Eldering