Poem – Irises The world is blue,  as if inside an Iris. I rarely see people giving them as gifts,  but I think Van Gogh might have. He seemed to like them.   But did he have anyone to give…

Poem – Windy Day Desolate field, cloudy grey sky Vermillion flowers, wish she could fly   Lace in her skirt trailing through green tickling her ankles, stains still unseen   She dances and hums to the beat of the trees,…

Poem – Kintsugi Kintsugi – (The Japanese art of repairing ceramics with gold) I’m a mosaic, A pane of stained glass, I am a quilt Pieced together from scraps.   I’m a mosaic Of broken cd’s Of branches I’ve broken…

Short Story – Plums In June It was the first of June. The prairie birds sang, but everything inside the cottage was still. Maddie sat up on the edge of her bed feeling the floorboards, cool beneath her bare feet.…