Bio

I am the smallest red hen hoping to outrun the mistress of the house.

I am a forgotten sachet, crumbling lavender at the bottom of a lingerie drawer.

I am a hollow tree.  Is there a yellow jacket nest inside or only a quiet place to rest?

And, like a patient tiger, I am becoming.

I am warm brown biscuits made by paper-soft, lined hands.

I am green apples on a bending branch.

I am swirling feathers of red and white paint stirred together in a metal can.

And, then, I am pink.

  1 comment for “Bio

  1. virginia etherton
    April 19, 2014 at 3:08 am

    Love the ending choice.

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