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How it started , a short essay

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Yellow Birds

Where do dyslexic children go when
they tire of being slow?
They learn to sleep while sitting up
and dream of yellow birds
flying upside down
for a better view.
 

An Anniversary
of the stray cats

Depression is a frozen lake

Steep and crooked

Up and Up and into more clouds
a n d  d
            o
              w
                 n   now
Steep and crooked with hairpin curves
Guard rails are serious business

Car
waddles
down

the mountain one tire at a time
 

REFORMATTING FROM
HERE DOWN

When Writing
Becomes Art

Beyond Betrayal

Place

There are spring times of betrayal when
having survived the ice storms of winter 
the ice remains.

Wisconsin Series
Moving Picture

From the unconscious
words are born to manifest our existence in the world and to share self with others.

Tao
Evening

  

Art in crisis
happens whether
recognized or not, practiced
or not, intended or not

While writing
I struggled with

the language of this and found myself
    rummaging through an old attic trunk
    filled with alphabet letters and words

Negative
Vibrations 
     
       

H
e
r
e

is

w
h
a
t

                    h
                    a
                    p
                    p
                    e
                    n
                    e
                    d

last night

                                                              


                                    On the other side
of limitation dances
abundance
The two sides
of this coin 
choreographed
in writing

 Positive
 Vibrations

 

This, then, is the process of WordLayers. It begins in chaos,

continues towards balance and completes itself in a vertical read of color as each day touches the one before and the one after.

WordLayers has become the stitching that holds the days of joy and those of sorrow together—in a focused view of the journey of my soul.

April 14

Always words dance
 as poetry slides in slightly sidestepping expected meter and verse

An Ingredient
in the Air

pre-rain morning invites centeredness
  pushed down to the receptive
earth

I stand at the kitchen sink and

pray at the altar

while 

anxiety does the dishes

Midnight
Prayer
  

“Oh, for goodness sake!”
wails Ms. Muse. “You're writing
on the ogre’s wall!” She accuses even while holding out a brand new box of colored chalk—huge round colored chalk—as she intones, “Try this and write a poem many times over.”

Layers of Prayers

Dreamt of  Doors
eyes sensing my
nearness
glistened red
through narrow
shafts of
shadow~
 

Through a
Cat's Eye

Though aged
the entire tree
throws forth
aliveness

Sisters


































Mother
Love


 

Brunch at the Raphael

Tulip
Time

These two posters were created at the Writers Colony at Dairy Hollow, Eureka Springs, Arkansas

My daughter knit a pair of socks

Never Dreamed
this Moment

Through the process of WordLayers
I have returned the self of me
to the land of no words where only
art lives in the palm of God’s hand

A Moment
Remains

Heavy Construction going on here. Watch out for falling letters and notes of joy

Train to
Milwaukee

Website Construction

Beware of falling letters

Coming Soon!
WordLayers posters, postcards and notecards will be available for purchase via your PayPal account. So, start looking around the site for just the perfect way to start your WL Collection.

Lissa