This was the final painting completed for this series. It is already bounding off, the last one to leave the nest, indiscreetly announcing hints about what is to come. I…

They Dance Through Granelli’s By Pat Emile He finds her near the stack of green plastic baskets waiting to be filled and circles her waist with his left arm, entwines…

Walls by Belle Turnbull The logs have been sealed away and overlaid Paper on paper. You long to peel the stuff, The flowered, the plain, the dearbought dim brocade, Down…

Door by Belle Turnbull Your house is old, he said, was counted old That time I knocked here forty years ago End of a winter bottomless with cold And all…

“Her antiquity in preceding and surviving succeeding tellurian generations: her nocturnal predominance: her satellitic dependence: her luminary reflection: her constancy under all her phases, rising and setting by her appointed…

“In Buddhism, tiger lilies are symbolic of the virtues of mercy and compassion. While all lilies are associated with a number of goddesses in different religions and mythology, such as…

Whispering Often by Edwin Ford Piper When sunlight marries the swaying branches, With shadowy dancings the rite is said— To the crooning of easeful winds and waters, Whispering often, “I…

I’m intentional about listening and recognizing stories outside of my own, widening my circle. This piece reflects what I am beginning to see. The quote below represents one of the…

The Yellow House, 1978 by Maggie Dietz The kitchen in the house had a nook for eating, a groove for the broom behind the door and the woman moved through…