I was not of the sea but loved its blue-green presence as though I were one of its children. The sea murmurs constantly as it takes pieces of the land and breaks them, softens the rough edges, turns them to sand. Like sand, I am worn so no one can tell where I belong.
Every girl should have a truck like Whoa Nelly
when she’s alone in the world
poem from the collection, “One Coyote Winter”
Mackie strode across the observation deck in her jaunty, self-confident Earth gait. People on the Moon didn’t walk like that. … Mackie was her hero, & Kitsie intended to grow up to be just like her aunt.
A Dell Award story. Appears in the collection: 1st Journal of Capt. Kathla Blu Grey, Vol. 2 Cosmos’ Song (Volume 2)
“I wondered if my sister was home or still looking
and if it was scientists, or the media, or my sister who could articulate distance.”