the unforgivable otherness of flowers . .
.
(my first attempt at a wet-felted flower didn’t turn out very well: unforgivable!)

the unforgivable otherness of flowers . .
.
(my first attempt at a wet-felted flower didn’t turn out very well: unforgivable!)

not quite
female …
doll

worlds within worlds . . .
rockpools holding
the restless sea

clock repairs
the watchmaker slows down
the minute hand

quiet hour lighting the unknown

candied fruit . . . preserving my sanity

air-dried olives—
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)

the smell
of golden wheat fields . . .
millstone

Photo of the first stage of wet-felting a bowl!
chains or wilderness . . .
life choices of the unfinished
bear
.

from my window
the path to
the woods

dawn …
what is life
but light

brass pedestal
the ceiling fan’s
hum

sugar wool—
in the long queue
short tempers

summer night’s dream—
and on the eighth day
she made a bear

evening hour—
sound of the wind
from the mountain
.
This is a later stage of the felting

Alpine air—
scent of the bubbling
stream

the old flame’s
swirling skirts …
summer’s day

bouncing light
togetherness in a group
portrait

cooling down
the weight of this heat
.

summer grass
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 🙂 ).

blues song
the barmaid wipes
her tears

summer solstice
the delayed train
of thought

swamps and floodplains
the carved basalt head
covered in wool

strong current
a chunk of earth floats out
to sea

morning post
scent of the letter marked
X

wisdom?
even a philosopher
gets spots

dawn walk—
fragrance of silk white
peonies

dense thicket
the wounded doe runs
for cover

water meadows
a frog I don’t know
answers my croak

late sunset
waiting to release
the balloons
