Yes, I’ve been M.I.A.

So some of you may be wondering where I have been…the blog has been eerily quiet for a year! Well, first and foremost, I met the love of my life. I’m incredibly lucky and happy. I have been focusing my attention on my art more than my writing for a change. I’ve been commissioned to do book covers and have happily completed 3. Cover art will be posted on my blog with the author’s permission soon. LOVE to all and stay creative!


What is Love

but the skin we are

wrapped in, the

grass atop the hallowed


each eyelash as its wished upon,

the foam that lingers on each wave crest.

What is Love, my darling,

you ask or was it me, (again for the third time

just today), when Love is everything

present and everything unseen.

The very root of us as

we grow and morph into something

better because we were held more,

kissed gently,

discouraged less.

What is Love, we ask

and wait with jittering

anticipation, and I say,

“Look to me, My Love!”

Yes, I say again,

“Look here!”

All the love you will ever need,

ever question, ever crave,

is now the blanket I place

over you and keep around you,

sheltered in my arms

from any storm that will

ever come your way.

Honored to be nominated for Best of the Net and a Pushcart…see poems below:


Gazers, written by Julie Ellinger Hunt and Stan Galloway



Wrapped in Brown Paper


Wrapped in brown paper cut from

grocery bags, all thumbs…but kept tidy

still edges, clean of the black ink left

aside for the address label…born

from dirty thoughts and

sleeplessness, boredom too.


Tragedy struck the neighbor-

hood twice in one month. Left balled

up cans in foundation cracks, litter

collected in curb-side clusters.


Under an awning the package

sits and waits for

postal pickup while a child

quietly whistles a tune in

harmony with a roaring garbage



rain plays in cascades on worn

out roof tops…tickling shingles.


Bade on youth for stronger wrists

grip and tie down. Hold and conquer.

the package leaves the porch for good

it whispers goodbye in paper tongue.

it leaves behind a dry spot under the

awning while rain spews in sideways.