lunar eclipse …
when darkness makes us
visible
.

lunar eclipse …
when darkness makes us
visible
.

tectonic faults
cutting the puppeteer's
strings


the time it takes
to become immortal
em dash

wool, soap, water
I name my first pot
Adam

far side of the moon
the things you never
tell me
howling
outside my window…
wolf moon
.


lockdown blues…
waiting for the red lipstick
to arrive
.
Inspired by @MariaPierides’s Lipstick project

felted fire bowl
the innocence
of red lipstick

not taking calls…
my mobile phone’s
new felted case




raised eyebrows the wine taster chews the wine

salt-laden winds
sand sedge spreading its roots
underground

mobile ringtone— suddenly the cherries a little too sharp

I am slowly building a new blog about felted haiga, haikufeltings, & all about my adventures in felt, Filz & felting – please take a look & let me know what you would like to see included there.

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)

morning frost
the headlong rush
to colour

stepping into
the same puddle twice . . .
new pair of boots

distracted again
tall reeds
in the wind
.
Wet-felted beret drying!

empty snail shell—
swishing sound of
the garden broom

Wet-felted headband
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

ancient monument
so many tourists taking
selfies

slate-coloured dawn
the frolics of freshly shorn
sheep

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
