Egg shell girl
Skinned in pearl
Rowing out to sea
Fishing for hope
And drunken ghosts
And a tiny secret dream
Iphigenia Series

Now I am confounded in all things.

What things fit so perfectly inside this moment?

These stately ships over the see
Will live in memory.

Listen to me, listen.
You have dared a fearful thing.

With what gladness
Terrible enough
to break my heart?

Wishes
They stand close
to the brink of grief.

Well, what is that star
That moves across the sky?

These, our ships —
With their
Mother
wings

Is not this sorrow
My grave
and my monument?

My spirit.
facing the light
And alive.
All of these are about 4 1/2 x 6 inches.
Old Photos
Hostas in the Sun
Wild Geranium
Columbine
Working
I’ve been spending my mini-staycation trying to get some collage work done. I have not been very productive, but I haven’t been totally useless, either. It’s just slow going.
Somewhere in there I got distracted reading Euripides. I don’t even know how that happens?! So the little series I’ve been working on all have text taken from him, mostly from Iphigenia in Aulis. If you’ve never read it, I recommend at least looking at Clytemnestra’s bits about her abduction by Agamemnon and on evilness of war. Beautiful and heart-breaking.










