The transformation bridge, rippled shadow set low to grounding curves of a gravel road. Sleek, earth-smoothed face, a muddy arrow point, striped lips that fold around the mouth. Glistening sunlight refracted upon each scale, talking plated armor, feather sockets, scraped away to pliable shingles of ground hardened skin. Diamond studded rope of light, Sun-setting night prowler, river-whipping earth mover, blood warm hunter of the early evening.
Your work reminds me so much of incantations – of ritual language – so rich and laden with invitations between the words and phrases you commit to the “page.” You bring us into other realms with your work. It is decadent and wonderful. Thank you for sharing your work with us.