we stop to smell the roses . I made the purple and white flowers during a felting class by Beate Maxzin of Wolllust, “atelier fuer filzbegeisterte,” Augsburg. I am very pleased with the purple flower in particular! Wunderbar!
noon heat ...
seeing what isn’t there
breathing through the holes
worn smooth by the sea my sharp edges
Delighted to see my
#haibun “The Path” included in (July 23, 2019) Califragile
Many thanks to the editor Wren Tuatha!
Fall 2016 with the beautiful painting below by Blue Fifth Review, Broadside #44 Maria Pierides
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she gently combs her hair
the restorer picks up her brush
the unforgivable otherness of flowers . .
. (my first attempt at a wet-felted flower didn’t turn out very well: unforgivable!)
worlds within worlds . . .
rockpools holding the restless sea
clock repairs the watchmaker slows down the minute hand
candied fruit . . .
her advice to avoid the sun (this is the wet-felted bowl drying. It ended up with more wrinkles than I wanted for it, so I may needle felt it tomorrow)
of golden wheat fields . . . millstone
Photo of the first stage of wet-felting a bowl!
chains or wilderness . . .
life choices of the unfinished bear .
what is life but light
the ceiling fan’s hum
in the long queue short tempers
summer night’s dream—
and on the eighth day she made a bear
sound of the wind from the mountain . This is a later stage of the felting
scent of the bubbling stream
the old flame’s
swirling skirts … summer’s day
togetherness in a group portrait
the weight of this heat .
the tortoise overtakes the hare . I am planning a tortoise race this Saturday and these are the badges I've made for the tortoises (suspiciously similar to the two local football clubs 🙂 ).
the barmaid wipes her tears
the delayed train of thought
swamps and floodplains
the carved basalt head covered in wool