The blue arc of sky is lost in a horizon of mist. Only the pounding sound of waves, drumming in my ears and pressing again and again on my heartcage,

Memoir: “Trouble in mind. I’m Blue. But I won’t be Blue always. The sun’s gonna shine in my back door one day.” Howlin’ Wolf, Lightnin’ Hopkins, Bessie Smith, Big Mama

Blue sky disappears. Steps become slow, slow, slower Ah, hibernation.   Blue sky suddenly gray. Storm warning ignored by us. Should have listened.   Blue skies overhead. Eagle flies towards

Emerging into vast darkness. Allowing waves to overtake me. Into the Indigo Blue. Sinking deeper into the frozen depths Watching, Anticipating the old fears. Into the Indigo Blue. Overcoming the

dreams float around the bottom of cold naked mugs waiting a wash of fresh cobalt glaze   algorithms try to narrow my world view as I push outward from this

Fiction: All Anna wanted to do was wish Joel a happy birthday.  An overnight visit from him was the last thing on her mind, and she certainly didn’t want him

Memoir: Fragile from the beginning, each morning she awoke singing. Painfully shy, before she could crawl she would scoot herself across the floor into the kitchen where I was preparing

Fiction: She stood on the porch, her feet the level of my eyes, and looked down. I, scalp burned by the sun, looked up. A dupatta covered her head and

Exposing ashes of unfulfilled dreams. Moving through the intense flames. Unveiling the dense smoke screen. Left scorched and charred. Discovering a glimmer of creativity. Igniting smoldering embers. Unearthing extinguished burning

Memoir:   “Sag deinen Namen!” In a small voice, the trembling eight year old girl standing next to my strong, stoic Tante, whispered, “Berthe.” Tante was the Mother Superior of