There Is a Place There is a place where the museum houses thousands of paintings seen nowhere else in the world, the colors so bright they grab your eye…
Purple Flower Poem Among the geranium, a rash of purple campanula begins, scattering like Chinese fireworks through the delicate tan and yellow tips of sa…
The Voice You Hear When You Read Silently is not silent, it is a speaking- out-loud voice in your head: it is spoken, a voice is saying it as you read. …
In The End We Are All Light I love how old men carry purses for their wives, those stiff light beige or navy wedge-shaped bags that match the women’s pu…
How Are You Doing? As much as you deserve it, I wouldn’t wish this Sunday night on you- not the Osco at closing, not its two tired women and shaky security…
Analysis of Baseball It’s about the ball, the bat, and the mitt. Ball hits bat, or it hits mitt. Bat doesn’t hit ball, bat meets it. Ball bounces off bat, flies …
Invisible Indian A few weeks ago the cashier at the grocery store, seeing my dark hair and dark eyes, counted my change back to me in Spanish. Three days la…
sunset over Lake Chelan Swift Things Are Beautiful Swift things are beautiful: Swallows and deer, And lightning that falls Bright-veined and clear, Rivers …
a collage constructed with love to Annie and Shelby Member of the Family What would I do without you My precious, furry friend?... Part mischief, but al…
My name is Christy and home is where my heart is. I love drinking coffee, sitting by a warm fire, reading books, writing, baking, gardening, and collecting school supplies in my little house with my dog Riley.