Branches twist/
their backs/
down the cedar stump,/
pulled from under the mountain ash/
by the leaning sun's dusty hands.
Hi, I'm Laurel. I live on five acres in the foothills of the Cascades where I'm daily restored by God's creation in the midst of chronic fatigue and fibromyalgia. After studying the arts in London, I taught at the University of Washington while earning my Masters of Arts in the performance of literature. I am the retired founder of Over the Moon Storytelling. My published article won second prize in the nationally renowned Amy Foundation writing contest.
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