The Art

Gold drips from my fingertips searching for cracks. I am kintsugi. Scars across a mastectomied chest that tell my story. … More

The Plum Hum

I’m watering the plum tree in ourbackyard while I amsinging and hummingthe backyard doesn’t have a voice…yet a lovebird is … More

Ding-dong. Oh, the door…How Lovely! A bouquet crosses the threshold from the person who delivered the joy. Deliver me, deliver … More