poet – Queen of Elves

It Is

I ran to the river I walked in up to my waist I let fall the pebbles I had been carrying To my surprise they did not sink But dissolved straight away Coming undone there in the water I thought about my life coming undone All the rooms I’ve had All the dishes I’ve washed… Continue reading It Is

The Back Steps

Gold light streams at a low angle through the trees Heavy on my eyelids as if I am dazed Each falling leaf a glowing yellow page breathing A story we’ve been telling all our lives Your voice takes me back through the channel A deep ocean river of time flowing forever From your impossibly green… Continue reading The Back Steps

Being

The ground is warm and wet against my back Meadow grasses folding softly around me My hair lacing through them, becoming part of the world Cicadas carry this rendering on their ceaseless song A heavy buzz that you were not able to hear White noise turned golden with the summer sun A billion tender green… Continue reading Being

A Little About the Author

When I was a small child, my mom’s nickname for me was Elf Queen. During that first period of my life (when I wasn’t voraciously reading) I was constantly creating and inventing characters and worlds, whether by drawing, writing, or becoming them. As young as five or six years old, after writing my first-ever story… Continue reading A Little About the Author