1 Poem by Cindy Rinne

 Mother Owl Speaks to the Rain

I carry the moon as we mirror each other
and hide from the sun uncountable days.

I drink the sky during soft rains
of glacier’s tears. The blue drops mark
smudged stones after my daughter disappears.

The cottonwood’s secret, my child’s
new home or her death—

trying to erase her, language ceases.


Bionote

Cindy Rinne creates fiber art and writes in San Bernardino, CA. She was Poet in Residence for the Neutra Institute Gallery and Museum, Los Angeles, CA. A Pushcart nominee. Cindy is the author of several books: Knife Me Split Memories (Cholla Needles Press), Letters Under Rock with Bory Thach, (Elyssar Press), and others. Her poetry appeared or is forthcoming in: Anti-Heroin Chic, Unpsychology Magazine, MORIA, several anthologies, and others. www.fiberverse.com