Like my other art, my writing stems from the movement of the day – mostly coming to me after a morning walk or evening stroll. It is some combination of poetry, biographical fiction, and stream of consciousness. 

Spa Room
Dear Lord, I'm a Mother
People's Shadows
Mistakes Were Made
Sand Dunes
Elemental Worlds
Home Entrance
Passion Fruit
You Are What You Eat
black and white alcohol bar barkeeper
Story by Story
Historic Room
Four walls, Two selves
Boats in the Water
Lenten Reflection