8 books flying and chirping like pacific wren singing up the sun. Three fledglings (at bottom, Moon one not shown) needing a couple more worms before flight. A few more still in the nest, including the composting empire Becoming Beautiful Barbarians and Riverever.
Feels so fulfilling to find a home for all these poems. And that I ventured into design, something very new and challenging for me: all the photos, drawings, and covers are mine except One Bright.
Hoping the right words land for the right moment for people, and they have some small part to play in weaving us back into the animate web of life. Check them out here.
Once these last few are fully fledged, I’m looking forward to nurturing two different kinds of writing projects in the winter den.