Dreaming Heart (sold)

Time Flies (sold)

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

Moments

Sweeping Beauty (sold)

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

Flying Irony (sold)

Milk

Meet me... (sold)

Welcome Home (sold)

No Worries (sold)

Crush

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 are
crispy
crackled and bleak
crumbled in the palm of my hand
--so fragile
you are,
beneath my crush.

Home

"Home"

Somewhere between darkness and light
I am here.
waiting for you once again
as the earth awakens
and stretches her arms around me,
still, I ache for your arms.
What are you doing this minute
under the fluorescent lights
and in the bustle of hallways,
spreading your compassion like the tide
over those hurting hearts
that feel so far from home.
Return again to me my love
for I am so far from you now,
so far from you, my home.

early rising

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 are a mother of five and this time is golden to me. I usually drink coffee, but lately I have been drinking tea...somehow it makes me feel closer to my mother and my sister, who have been drinking tea religiously for years.
It is hard for me to type for the eyes of others, as when I journal, it is sporadic and ragged, yet dotted with lines of loveliness...a line of poetry or two. I am going to participate in poetry Thursday's with my sister's adamant urging. She inspires me and I love to watch her artwork progress. With each new painting a part of herself is born...like a butterfly just beginning to open its wings.

snow

...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 outside the window in downy feathers and he and I, with heavy eyes, drifted off to sleep.

Newly Fallen

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 imagined you there
in your soul soaked old man coat
(the one I mended with silver thread)
conducting a
deliberate
&
silent gathering
of the newly fallen
as you flowed through
the arms of forest--
contemplating which
of thousands
to send
to me
to win back my heart
which was
never really lost.
I found the leaves today...

leaves

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 pocket and produced a bulging handful of brightly colored leaves...

page 35

pale wrists of God
salt the earth in slow motion
accumulating in a
steady gathering of
hours,
minutes,
seconds...
and still
the day seeps sleepily
from under the hem
of my tattered white robe,
oozing thick and
ungatherable,
no matter how frantic
my hands.
And looking up from my chore
I can see no further
than the sloppy street corner
beyond the pane that divides
cold from warm.
Still I brighten
and dry my hands
knowing you are turning
toward home.

Remembrance

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 sky,
And Winter smoothes her white sheets with a sigh
Of warm remembrance –
Fall you and Spring I.