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I've a second site now for my Aerial Dream series. New Roundlings and other undefinable works will continue here at Runaway Moon.

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in the wind of a sneezemixed media collage

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in the wind of a sneeze i wanted to build a house the way ants do hauling crumbs four times their size its brick walls would stack neatly i wanted people inside but didn't plan on a naked man and a girl floating as if to escape my scissors took over irregular rectangles fell bricks sailed in dizzy alignments and windows flew away on the wings of black birds collage and poem first printed in

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Open WeaveThis collage looks like a weaving but it's all actually glued. The thin strips are composed with magazine text that is mostly illegible, but there is some readable text for those who look hard enough. Framed, the collage is raised above an off-white mat so that it is partially see-through and there is a lovely shadow effect. The other materials are embossed paper, magazine images, gold

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Flora the Poetmixed media collage, 6" x 4"first published in Mannequin Envy

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summer evening raining greenmixed media collage: fabric, paper, faux grass, beads, lady bug, magazine, paper doilies, ink, colored pencil, poem is beneath glass pebbles5" x 8"

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Making this collage, I had in mind a dear friend who has recently died. Accepting the spectrum of genders within himself, he preferred to wear dresses – encouraging me to do the same. This poem is under the glass baubles:summer evening raining greenlooking for step down to the doorthe home that disappearedthe bed still hidesunder the cloverCollage and poem first printed in Houston Literary Review

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Serves Fourmixed media collage: magazines, joss paper, metallic paint4 1/2" x 5 1/2". First printed in Houston Literary Review.

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metallic moon faceupside down in a spoonservant to one tongue

gripped by hand 
plunged into icy orange dresses
I am not that servant anymoreI am rooted in earth cakessprinkled with gold dustFirst printed in Houston Literary Review

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Prayer

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Prayer You were bubblesof wonder when we metthat went pop, pop, pop,Each blow from lifewas struck by electric shockthat made you forget. You came to my studiofor a drawing class that dayand pleaded, Do you pray?  Will you pray for me? I'd said yes, to calm you, not knowing how,until another day when I saw  your face in my collage.  For your hair, I glueda grass topiary halo, dottedwith a band

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Swallow mixed media collage, first published in qarrtsiluni

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My Mouth is a Hollowed Apple I swallowed the seeds and core. Do strawberry men feel vulnerablewearing their seeds on the outside? I swept the playground with a tree branch.Boys chased me; I fell and skinned my knees. At snack time, we had graham crackers and milkthen took a nap. I wore a tight slip to flatten the symbols rising on my chest. The first boy who grabbed at them forgot I was his

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Separate Wheysmixed media collage

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FoodscapeAllergic to common fare, she tries to derive sustenance from square boxesProwling the grocery aisles her hunger shakes packaged granules She craves a small plate of friendshipa beckoning hand or caressgently curved around her middleEmpty as a spoonthat might be filledwith strawberries and cream

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Last Stage of CrystallizationI meant to express gentle humor about phallic imagery and also explore cubism. The title comes from a recipe for candy. mixed-media collage: magazines, joss paper, metallic paint, 4 1/2" x 5 1/2". First printed in Houston Literary Review.

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The Meaning of Roundling With the edges of our eyes, we catch glimpses of roundlings peeking through windows. Gentle creatures, ready to bolt, so fragile with dark traumas passed onto them. Best not to talk the language of x,y,z. A whisper, "why didn't you" or "you should" is an attack of syntax, a barbed construction that shatters them. They will run away with the thought, "It is not safe here

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Oval Tenderness An experiment in minimalism, the original is only 1 1/4" x 1".  First exhibited online at Woman Made Gallery.

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Recipe for Healing Ingredients: 1/2 cantaloupe (seeds removed) 1 tsp sweet tears wilted leaves of bibb lettuce Weep and catch the tears in a spoon, gently sprinkle melon Inhale my ripe-dew flesh then serve on a bed of wilted lettuce In a china bowl with a few delft lines of blue Whispers like I love you just as you are First printed in Houston Literary Review

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Terra Heartmixed media collagefirst published in Houston Literary Review

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