Liz ChristenseninInkpotAwakeI woke up early this morning in a quiet, still house, the family cozy in beds, snowfall soft outside, to the sound of knocking on the door…May 30, 2021May 30, 2021
Liz ChristenseninInkpotGhostMy house is full of ghosts tonight I close the gate to clamp it tight I shut the blinds, keep in the lightMay 30, 2021May 30, 2021
Liz ChristenseninSalt FlatsPatron of the ArtI stood before a block of stone, on large imposing task And possessed not mason’s skills nor knew not whom to ask But I took up my…Apr 30, 2021Apr 30, 2021
Liz ChristenseninSalt FlatsWading Into Water DeepI met you with my toes We conversed up to my ankles Wading further I’m up to my knees in anticipation Not saying we should hold our breath…Apr 20, 2021Apr 20, 2021
Liz ChristenseninInkpotNocturnalMy life is run by the lunar calendar, not because I’m Jewish or Muslim or one of the ancient Greeks. It’s the most important cycle of my…Apr 20, 2021Apr 20, 2021