Oliver always hangs out at my "creating space" which happens to be the counter that separates the living room from the kitchen. I...

This is my latest piece. It says, "There is no Death." It reminds me that we are eternal...

It has been quite some time since "the book" came out. I have been so busy, I haven't had time to post about it. I feel so hon...

I am somewhere among the folds of red lanterns in Vietnam and in the sound of my mother’s moans as you made love. I linger in the recesses o...

"In the Leaving" was the title of a poem I wrote once but never even finished it or ever began it really, because I could never tr...

This is the latest piece in a series I am doing...I personally love it...made with a vintage dustpan (that has seen better days), heavy wire...

The peaches are never as sweet as they were at Mrs. Hahn’s— among the scents of coffee and aged upholstery and dusty metal blinds and the bl...

My husband says I am his convenience store poet...not a derogatory term really. He likes my poetry because it is usually short and he says h...

This is a short poem I wrote from a word prompt from Poetry Thursday... my elongated face distorted in the chrome reflection of the kitchen ...

I revised this mirror a little bit...I added "Fairest One". I should be sure I am finished before I post!

I can see now beyond the constraints of myself; the potential I always knew i had but never allowed out to play in the light of my spirit. ...

She always knew there was magic in her slippers...

This is a piece I made for my sister and her husband years ago...it says, "Blessed are those whose lives you touch...spirits intertwi...

An assemblage created with Granny Schott's old clock, wire and my paper wings.

This is a holder for photographs that I made. The photographs on it are for example. Any pictures would work well.

You've grown away from me now-- curled up upon yourself like a faded fern frond once moist and green beneath my fingers and now you...

"Home" Somewhere between darkness and light I am here. waiting for you once again as the earth awakens and stretches her arm...

I have begun waking at 5 a.m. Not due to lack of sleep... It is a way to refresh my inner self. It is difficult finding the time when you ar...

...today I took an afternoon nap with the baby. I love the sound of his little tiny breath, and the scent of his hair. Snow was wafting down...

I found the leaves today, neatly pressed in pairs and threes between the pages of the dic tion ar y as I looked up Entrepreneur. I im...

Christian came home Friday with a suprize for me. "I know how much you love leaves mom." he said, as he reached deep into his coat...

pale wrists of God salt the earth in slow motion accumulating in a steady gathering of hours, minutes, seconds... and still the day ...

As Queen Anne’s finest rolls down its sleeves, And the dusk falls thick on the heels of the eve, Silhouettes of bare branches finger the s...