Iffy Magic in the Ink!

A poem found a home!   Night Roses   Night roses are better than day blossoms— unable to dazzle with petal frill and flush, sunlit...

  Sometimes it’s good to walk where the weeds grow taller than you and the fray of flowers belongs only to the bees.       

Here's a sneak peek at my hastily sketched cover art idea for Tangible Creatures. Nothing much, just forty years' worth of poems fr...