Dear Artist,

accept throwing out everything you knew was true each morning starting again from the beginning or well before then uncertainly receiving just one certainty each day some days, mine is a friend or a warm breeze or a cat other days, mine is a poem or an essay or a book...

A Poet’s Payment

Need a poem or another gift and you receive one Love a poet and you fall in love with every face within translucence Walk, or drink, with a poet feeling the whole truth of a place complete with hatred, laughter, fear betrayal, goofiness, and tears: theirs yours ours...

Artist Homes

First draft of a poem I’m working on. I noticed that I was deeply in love with the words “epoxy resin” and also my husband’s decision to become a full-time artist now too, and this poem showed up as a result… Artist Homes she kneels at...