Attending Marvels

The WILD Woman Project

“The imaginary is what tends to become real.”

Admit it or not, they exist.
Transient fabric of tornadoes.
Golf balls in the vortex engulfed.
Wolverines waiting in Montana.
A failing liver finally succeeding.
Rain falling on unexcavated ruins.
Golden Heads tweet tweeting.
Tamed cassowaries dancing jigs.
Cold ashes on a neglected altar.
Wrinkled Muses silently suffering.
Mute lyres madly plucked.
72 virgins intent on an explosion.
The lost love you never found.
Everything you can’t imagine.
Waiting for a mind to open.

2017