I am the house poetry built

tragedy is it wasn't me either, 21" x 30", ink, graphite, pigment, charcoal, paper, wood, ©CKS 2000-07

“There is an hour the damage undone.
You only thought you covered me in stain.
You only thought you were the only one there.
You blinked! And love walked in!
He covered my blanket of stain
With the sweetness of dew in first light.
Oh, you were there, and so was He”
Rainmaker and the Flower


For most of my life, I was a shadow; wrapping myself so tightly in the images of others, I sacrificed any dignity just to breathe. Today, my work is a passionate and seductive theatrical dance of experience, prayer, struggle, questioning, and joy.


Night in the House of Poetry


As survival it is what I have always done, so, I continue to listen and trust her voice. Drawing my words within observation I find truth; and in truth; I find the transcendent stories of building beauty in my world.


“She bears the burdens of her experiences
while being annihilated with love.
The unacceptable object; 
She is truth staring at the everyday.
She is an object on display.
Me, as I look into the mirror
and sense the long ago shame
creeping out the skin of my today”
Brave House Secrets


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Topics include:
physical, psychological, and sexual abuse; empowerment and advocacy
chronic illness, healthcare, living with disability
healing spiritually
Visio Divina: visual, contemplative prayer

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A sense of place