A dog's good for filling a grief-dug hole." "In the Shape of Shep
We are out sisters' keepers.
I never tired of picturing sharks.
pencils racing across paper, a sound I like." Marisol
Something in the air this morning made me feel like flying. . . " Spring Flight
Heavy as such things are After the wordslide, the writing begins." From "Word Quake
Lately, I don't talk much except to Mel. I make an exception because he has a dog.
Here I am," I say to the palm trees. "I can do this. Watch me.
The butterflies have flown away, like my ignorance and youth.
Today I will find something beautiful. Delicate pink blossoms on a cherry tree. The dove resting near the lemon buds. Sunbeams smiling from sky to earth. Smiling on me. "Creating" in BREATHE IN
Mama and I sat on a burping bus full of chickens in cages, and round-eyed babies on round mothers' laps. (The Pinata-Maker's Daughter)
A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet.
Oh, my father, such a difficult man. His world turned on his axis. From "The Father Tamer" in BREATHE IN
But I see how he watches the stars, And he talks to people just because, And gee, it would be nice to have a friend." From "Fated" in BREATHE IN
Step-parents, those fairy tale villains, Have been given a bad name. They're easy targets. When the family goes awry How easy to blame them. I was blessed by the right steps...
Aw honey. Today's as important as forever." Grandpa Joe in "Shave and a Haircut" Flash Warden and Other Stories
Words become sentences, twisted, difficult/The story weaves itself, always noisiest at night/As herds of words won't stop. . . " Wildebeest of Words/Breathe In
to split the very sea into ours and theirs." Border at the Beach And More White Sheets
