The art of word and image


I have returned to

keeping a journal in

a sketchbook.

Stories become

tactile to be smudged or


on page

inviting playfulness

in the retelling

of my days.

Analysis begins

to jump around

and twirls out

on a ribbon

of color--

I can't hold back

the desire to draw

the shadowed

window separating

me and the

serpentine cedar

as seen through

glass panes above

the writing table

in the Peach

Blossom Suite

at Dairy Hollow.