Once a journalist, always a journaler.
Now a memoirist and a pretend poet.
Once she even shot sports photos.
Now her subjects are flowers and clouds.
Once a world traveler, southern hemisphere anyway,
Now she’s rooted in Middle America.
Once a vibrant green onion
Now a crusty root whose skin peels away
to reveal buried but ancient trauma.
Deep within lies a new green shoot
that promises to regenerate the soul
of this late-blooming writer.