Nature Photography, Photography, Poetry, Writing

Skinny

Here's a poem I wrote in 2013 and 14 that I've been thinking of. The word skinny doesn't refer to bodily thinness. Instead, I used it as a metaphor to express feelings and memories. Grasslands, Saskatchewan, 2009 Skinny Skinnygliding in the antelope's shadowstarved for lovefor the blossoms beside the lichen patterned stone. As skinny as… Continue reading Skinny

Photography, Poetry, Writing

The Time of Lilacs and Lilies of the Valley

It's the time of lilacs and lilies of the valley, their perfume arriving on the breeze before I reach the flowers themselves in the gardens of houses that enchant me this spring. Mid summer heat has arrived early and the gardens are showing off: forget me nots, bleeding hearts, wisteria, irises, red bud trees and… Continue reading The Time of Lilacs and Lilies of the Valley

drawing, scratchboard

Unearthed 2

I hope you are well as we move into spring. I've seen crocuses and snowdrops blooming in Toronto this week and birds and their songs are returning. The scratchboard drawing reproductions (see Unearthed) have also returned, though these are from the printer and not from their wintering homes. The drawings came out well with much… Continue reading Unearthed 2

drawing, scratchboard, Writing

Unearthed

In order to preserve some scratchboard drawings I made in 2015 and 2016, this week I sent files of them off to be printed in a small experimental batch. I decided to print them as a set of postcards or small deck that I've named Unearthed. Here's the process that got me to this stage.… Continue reading Unearthed

drawing, Poetry, Writing

December

Here is a poem and drawing about surgery I had as a child. It was in December when I was 15 that I had the unexpected, very serious surgery. Now each December I relive that trauma more forcefully than at other times during the year. Several years ago I wrote a poem about the experience.… Continue reading December

Felt & Fabric, Poetry

Felt Stories

Here is another wool felt appliqué I made several years ago. 'Now we are in need of stories" is from a poem I had written that's in an earlier post. I added the words to this piece even though the image is not apparently connected to that poem. Creative licence and the unconscious!

Felt & Fabric, Poetry, Writing

For the Nighthawks

I often cry while listening to the news during the pandemic. The news, not new, of horrible murder and racism in the United States, not unique to that place, of old people dying in squalid long-term non-care homes in my province, of the poor, the discarded dying more often than the comfortable. So far, I… Continue reading For the Nighthawks

Felt & Fabric, Poetry, Writing

Confetti

As I’ve been reading over my writing, I’ve decided to put more of it on the blog. Here’s a poem I wrote in 2011/2012 along with an appliqué from 2005. Confetti The fortune reads: Because of your melodic nature the moonlight never misses an appointment. *** For years I liked to believe that I alone… Continue reading Confetti

Painting, Poetry

In a Garden

I've been rereading my writing from the past few years during this time of Covid-19. I'm throwing out what I don't like and whittling down my notebooks. This week I came upon a poem I'd written in 2015 that I had forgotten since it was lost amidst a mountain of writing. It resonated for me… Continue reading In a Garden

drawing, Poetry

Threshold

The heat wave has now broken, but we had hot and extremely hot weather in Toronto over the past while.  During that time, I took to walking in the streets in the evening to listen to the cicadas and crickets.  I discovered, to my surprise, that I was present to listening to the sounds of… Continue reading Threshold