Living as a Link

I honor my ancestor patterns. At the same time I release the many disownings down the line. I break with...

Weightless Where the Wind

High above where the condor soars, weightless where the wind washes her and sets her free, I fly to dream,...

photography by Susa Silvermarie

Mexican Morning

My bench is at the edge of a marsh along the lake. I face a field of wide wet green...

Practicing for the Giveaway

What began when my mother gave my body to the light. What I prepare for, what I walk towards. What...