Because

Because she believes, she can see the Fairies in the garden. Because she believes, the sweater with pockets becomes hers....

Floating in Stars

You are floating in stars Above you, below you, on every side of you, stars. The earth is nestled, I...

As a Piece of Music

  At seven in the evening garden, birdsong, breezes, churchbells, windchimes. The body as a piece of music, a weaving...

photography by Susa Silvermarie

It Doesn’t Matter Why

I’m loved by a neighbor boy. He just turned eight and I am seventy-six. Alan rang my bell today to...