MARYN TERRA ART

I am a solitary morning glory waking with the dawn. I spent the summer waiting, and forgot its songs of yellow light; now the yawning...

The tide rushes out to meet the clouds, smudged in calm pastels across the horizon with the freedom of a child’s hand. The gurgling...

Small houses by the shoreline, breathing deeply with the tides, have all day to watch the ebbing sea. Please let me make a home here, in...

One day this flesh will melt away And no skin will contain the growth of these branching nerves. In the morning, the memory of these...

Pass the day watching raindrops run along the windowsill, guessing when they’ll be heavy enough to fall. Pass the day waiting for someone...

My morning legs are stronger than in the afternoon. One day I’ll walk to meet the tide at sunrise; let me rest on this ocean floor,...

My skin is fragile as paper left outside to weather seasons’ change, and on the other side are scrawled forgotten words as ancient as the...

The dusk is mauve and laden with The sweetest scent of evening blooms Of pearly white and palest blues Like sisters to the stars. They...

My eyes are open WIDE Wide enough to let in all the stars. Running like little sparks in pairs along my optic nerves, quietly twinkling,...