
‘downsizing’


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

maple leaves
the stillness of rusting
metal

Photo: Mike Nelson’s, The Asset Strippers atTate Britain, exuding an uncanny nostalgia and melancholy punctuated by the eerie creaking of the wooden doors as visitors move through the spaces of the Duveen Galleries.
ancient monument
so many tourists taking
selfies

clinking glasses
this year too the apple tree
bearing fruit

The painting in the picture is by Maria Pierides
leaves start to fall …
how to lighten
the load
.
Photo of costume for The Golden Cockerel, by Natalia Goncharova, from the exhibition at Tate Modern.
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slate-coloured dawn
the frolics of freshly shorn
sheep

landwards—
the tide turns in
our favor

thermal current
a stork glides over
the meadow

94/100
how many heart beats
in a lifetime

who is to say
this flower is not it …
failed star

chaos and order …
the butterfly flaps
its wings

early dark
this need to explain
the meaning of life

distant train …
as if I had
the answer

felting class
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

chiaroscuro …
breathing through
the holes


worn smooth
by the sea
my sharp edges
falling petals—
she gently combs
her hair

aging carousel
the restorer picks up
her brush
