The Garden Witch

I never did get those pills to make me normal, to make me not a weed.  I was told though that I would outgrow it. I never did.  I kept on being a worry weed but I also kept on pretending. Magical adventures as a good witch with enchanted gardens.  How could one worry so much with a garden?

“Oh, Sunchilde: Summer Soliloquies” COMING THIS SUMMER!

“I wanna eat the sunshine like candy/ Get the/ Rays stuck between/ my teeth/ Hide behind the shine,/ come find me/ come find me, all me….” Construction of the Summer edition of my 4-part poetry series is underway! I cannot express how excited I am. I have spent much of my poetry “career” writing aboutContinue reading ““Oh, Sunchilde: Summer Soliloquies” COMING THIS SUMMER!”

The Depth of an Image

While this photo is not the cover of my second collection To Want the Winter, it is the photo that I share often when talking about it. The feathers, the snow, their color contradiction, the location, and the people I was with at the time all mean something. The depth and the magnitude behind aContinue reading “The Depth of an Image”