Wendy Videlock

Someone somewhere long ago      with a pair of hands, a bit of earthand a thirsty soul, crafteda beautiful bowl. Just as someonenot so long ago made a buffaloof chrome, a staircase madeof stone, a cracked egg of dinosaurand a pendant made of bone. Just as someone long ago with a . . . . Continue Reading »

Today the weather brings to mindthe nature of the curved line,the many ways we measure time,the drawing of a deep breath,the shape of the sail just beforeanother holy exhale.And there, an aperture begins, the signaturereminder the body is at homeand beginnings and endings are the sameas a nonce . . . . Continue Reading »