About
I am both a visual artist and a writer, Many years ago I was introduced to your organization by member, B.J. Miller. She had read a short story I had written for another group and wanted to publish it in your newsletter, which she did.
Excerpt :
R.E.M. Sleep - In sleep at night, strange things I see among the moon and stars. Snowcapped mountains, dark valleys, a paper crane appears. I drift over toy villages, set free fire flies from a jar. REM is my tour guide for this brief trip, till dawn creeps near my door. The crane with me upon it's wings soar thru a comets tail. Colors once I thought I'd never see, I beckon now for more. I question not what's possible, for here there is no measure Weightlessly I float in this sweet dream, it all seems at my leisure Far away a bell softly chimes. Foggy from sleep I rise, The crane and I will surely meet some other sleepy time.