STARDREAMING With Sherry Blue Sky

Drawing by Karin Gustafson I felt your nose on the edge of my bed the morning after you died. Your spirit must have been flyi...

Once the eyes have seen, they cannot un-see. I cannot speak of the things that I have read, that I can never, now, not know. Books ...

There goes Wild Woman, head way back,  and grinning at the sky, grooving on the puffy clouds in this almost-July. She...

Today was the lowest tide of the year and we got to see parts of the beach we normally can't get to. I have been stalki...

Collage by my friend, Steve, The Unknown Gnome When he died, somewhere in the mountains, a grey wolf pointed  her muzzle t...

source I make salutation to the day, raise my arms up to the sky, bow and do a downward dog. as the morning gifts my eye. The wor...

Captain, Vancouver, B.C. On the news, I see them wheel you out: beaten, defeated German Shepherd, intense suffering in your eyes. ...