Phyllis Wax writes in Milwaukee, Wisconsin on a bluff overlooking Lake Michigan. From her office window, she watches the seasons change, the migrating birds which use the lake as their GPS, and an amazing variety of wildlife which manages to thrive in the city.. Phyllis has read her poetry on the radio, in coffee shops, in libraries and bars, and her work has been exhibited with art quilts and weavings in a variety of venues around the state of Wisconsin as part of four poet/fiber artist collaborations. These days, Phyllis sticks pretty close to home, but she still enjoys walking near the lake.