“And the truth shall come from a child’s lips who has drunk from the elixir of time past and present.” – Linda Lee Lyberg She, a pale child born suckling on wisdom’s tooth Though her form is frail, she has all knowledge Of the… Continue Reading “From a Child’s Lips”
The tornado fell from the graphite skyfueled by storm clouds and winds on highthat fed its hungry fury and filled the deartha powerful force as her tumid belly gave birth to more twisters to dance with destructive mirth. As they bored over the ground,… Continue Reading “Storm Funnel”
Come taste my gifts said Ceres for I have the horn of plenty to savor, Buttery gourds, ripe tomatoes, sweet golden ears of corn All grown from my fertile breast, a profusion of interesting flavors
Image used with permission of the artist, Fay Collins She used to sway and dance on the water’s grassy shore where the waves ever lap singing their lulling chord.