backyards…
snow blankets
our differences

backyards…
snow blankets
our differences
lockdown blues…
waiting for the red lipstick
to arrive
.
Inspired by @MariaPierides’s Lipstick project
felted fire bowl
the innocence
of red lipstick
raised eyebrows the wine taster chews the wine
A new journal, a new hybrid, and a new year!
Honored and thrilled beyond measure to have the opportunity to describe my journey from “Hairballs to Haiga” in a “craft essay,” with four of my felting haiga “haikufeltings” in the debut issue of the Journal MacQueen’s Quinterly, MacQ for short (see URLs below). Grateful to Clare MacQueen for highlighting haikufeltings in her introduction to the issue, giving this hybrid work a home among such a superb collection of writings.
Check it out! And Happy New Year!
Essay
Felting haiga
Introduction to the issue (scroll down)
Great news! JuxtaFive is ready and available to read online! This edition of the Haiku Foundation Journal of Haiku Research and Scholarship includes several articles, reviews, haiga and a special section on Women Mentoring Women (and the article Knocking on the Doors of Perception on Haiku and the Brain contributed by me and co-authors: Thomas Geyer, Franziska Guenther, Jim Kacian, Heinrich Liesefeld, and Hermann J. Mueller).
Here
morning frost
the headlong rush
to colour
stepping into
the same puddle twice . . .
new pair of boots
clinging
to the surface of things ...
melting snow
Haiku in HSA Members' Anthology 2019. Photo of installation by the British artist Cathy Wilkes commissioned to create the British Pavilion for the Venice Biennale in 2019.
haiga
distracted again
tall reeds
in the wind
.
Wet-felted beret drying!
sunny day
tasting
togetherness
empty snail shell—
swishing sound of
the garden broom
Wet-felted headband
willow tree
the paper doll floating
downriver
ripples
the felted fish enters
Groom Lake
history maps
the shape and depth
of face lines
harvest moon—
on the windowsill a bowl
catching the light
not finding
the right words …
falling darkness
the long walk
towards the sea ...
Cley salt marsh
whether
I am here or not
returning tide