books by Sibella Court
two quarters, a nickle and three pennies
very tiny bunny
a cup with pencils, pens, brushes and a knife
bracelet with green stones
frosted glass mushroom and a sparrow’s skull
Passing graffiti in the desert, I wonder, who are the artists?
What person came to this barren, unforgiving land where one can drive for hours without passing a house, a business, another human—and decided to make their mark here in the middle of nothing?
Much later I realized, we are all artists of one kind or another but some of us are brave enough to paint the desert.