I want to write In spider ink. Weave silken webs into sylvan fantasy. All will unfurl as the web catches one idea, then adheres to the next. A glistening web that weaves beauty into wisdom. I want to post sticky webs to stars, dark hidden worlds, mysterious spheres. As I briefly adhere: Absorb. Absorb. Turn, turn again from orb to orb. I want to write in black spider ink. From my bright colored gut weave deep truths. Link universes. Grapple with galaxies, to guide me back home /////// Eileen Howard enjoyed a California-Oklahoma childhood camping with family, hopping freight trains, reading & playing the flute. Educated at Scripps College and the great out of doors, she later ended up in psychiatric nursing after more schooling to become an RN. Along with Hawaii, Switzerland, two children, much writing, and even more photographs, she is an active member of The Hudson Valley Women’s Writing Group. Her works appear in Apple in Her Hand; Rethinking the Ground Rules; The Grain; In a Woman’s Voice, and Global Poemic.