STARDREAMING With Sherry Blue Sky

  Small bird of my being, you flit about inside my mind like a hummingbird beating its wings against clear glass. So too, you have flickered...

The jays chatter on my front lawn, squawking over seed, as if this life will go on forever, and the seed will always be there. This is hope ...

  Wild Woman never hurries any more. Her pace is slow and stately, like an old barge, plying stagnant waters. Sometimes she yearns for a tug...

When you love a wild thing, it is impossible to return to being tame, once he has gone. You can pretend you are civilized, but the twitch of...

  The starpainters have taken over now. They look down briefly on this planet of turmoil and trouble, shrug briefly, then turn to play amo...

  Wolf Spirit, your call from your misty mountain lair sends my soul keening * footprints in the sand my heart follows where they lead till ...

  There should be nothing here I don't remember.* The ferry that crossed the lake back then, that I thought would have wings, making my ...