Heavy as such things are
After the wordslide, the writing begins."
From "Word Quake
to split the very sea into ours and theirs." Border at the Beach
And More White Sheets
A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet.
Something in the air this morning made me feel like flying. . . "
Spring Flight
pencils racing across paper, a sound I like." Marisol