My sister made this sand sculpture with her daughter, who gave the goddess her smile.
She patterned the figure after a woman she saw sitting in the shade under the pier.
writer, editor, educator
"This world is but a canvas to our imagination"
A selfish poet
Stevenson's French culture blog. No shit.
author + reader
. . . a meeting place where poetry chapbooks are celebrated and reviewed
Poetry, nature, books, & speculative philosophical musings
pages from an unbound book
breathing through our bones
fixing blind spots w/ cards
"Tarot helps you meet whatever comes in the best possible way."
Thoughts on writing and reading
the view from my precarious perch
Snapshots of the mindful life.