Did you know Venus wrote her first book?! We've got to share it!

As soon as my arm isn’t buzzing like an angry wasp and I’ve got my grip strength back, I’ll open it and be ready to send the book out to people I know will love it as much as me.

It’s a gem.

_{for the first time ever, I slept with a book under my pillow to give me sweet dreams!}

Embrace on the Field

Drinking cider too tart
for my unsophisticated
tongue, I read her
words. Friend from far away
I had dared to imagine
I knew.

Her paintings ripe fruit
of women lined and
luscious, dripping scent
from the quiet pages,
filling suburbia’s blur with
whispers and tears.

I wondered if men who
fought the same war in
different arenas felt as I do.
She has been there,
as have I,
as many others in this war
women fight without ceasing,
undeclared, undecorated.

Yet her words, her pain and joy,
are piercing next to my
muted murmuring. Not that one
pain need ask for another’s
assent, not that one joy
outstrips a dissimilar bliss.
We hurt. We heal.
We repair those torn
who can be saved.

This woman, my friend,
my light into darkness,
has shown me her heart.
I know not what flower
of mine I can share.
I would grow a world’s garden
to let her know:

She is seen.
She is heard.
She is loved.

I want it NOW. NOW, NOW, NOW, NOW, NOW! Then I can figure out who should get it as a gift and who would love it so much they’ll want their own copy and I can plant copies where I know people who know people who will want it will be.

Hurry up, Blurb, and get me my book!!

and I’m over the moon, hopping with anticipation. This woman is talented, talented, talented. I’m already thinking of who would like these as birthday, Christmas, Hanukkah, just because presents.