demi-sonnet
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Caprices of Creating
auspice i step outdoors into the charcoal velvet of predawn,stride into my day, greet crescent moonand orion who both shine just above the treelineas mr. kenley, in my audiobook, grabs his son’s handand points to a vast star-studded sky, saying“look! see the three stars in orion’s belt?” moon and ilock eyes—break into matching crooked grins, deeply… Continue reading
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Walking into Walls
free-verse postures, vinyasa poesy while on my mat today in tadasana an impish poemflits into my practice, scampers around me,twirls my yoga strap the way a rhythmic gymnast might,navigates the balance beam of my bolster,spins distracting cartwheels in my mind when, whoa,instructor bo—thank you!—invites us allto breathe, no need to see anything as wall. —dotty… Continue reading
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In the Grip
my first demi-sonnet —with thanks to erin murphy for inventing the form and to alex dawson for the opening six words here the monster isn’t under my bed isn’t behind the shower curtain isn’t in the closet at my back as i write. i looked.the monster is the story i tell myself when given a prompt in class with… Continue reading
My Story
In 2014, I grab an unexpected opportunity to paint.
To make art.
I get hooked.
In 2015 I start a blog—a diary of my creative practice.
I post my paintings and their stories. The good, the bad, the ugly.
In 2025 I begin writing poetry and include a poem and painting in each post.
My compass points: shake hands with fear, be playful, get messy, trust my gut.
