She used her scissor-pointed nail / Because there was no knife
To trace the tributaries / And estuaries
The sand dunes / And the wide open green-blue sea
The salt flats / And the toboggan tracks
For now the stars / Could read her face
And find / Their way back home
teaches, writes, and paints in Maryland where she lives with her kind chemist wife, their three independent cats, and an unwieldy herb garden. She is a Pushcart nominee whose poetry, fiction, and nonfiction have appeared in Bacopa, Entropy, Fourth & Sycamore, The Quotable, Rabbit, Touch, and other great places for readers and writers. Find her at www.sgbigham.com.