Friday, May 27, 2016

evening around here

i felt a whisper of spiderwebs
on my forearms,
a web i didn't notice
so intoxicated i was
with heady deep spring flowering.
...and then the droll
defiance of chipmunk.

Sunday, May 22, 2016

spring things!

i've added a button on the shop page
(hannah did all the work)
for you to order the little book about shifu and printing,
if you wish.
hannah has it here and at the new site (which i haven't yet sorted out).
i've sent out one already
and the paypal thing is working.
(thank you, betsy!)
i seem to have emerged from a funk
a change,
a tilting,
and now, well now
i have my sea legs
for a bit.
i returned to the place i call home last night:
 and this was above the little porch.
 it was beautiful.
the night was full of frogs songs 
and the sound of a few birds, 
woodcock, my favorite.
in the night, 
for the second one running
i was awakened around 3:00
by a loud bird sound
i think.
one or two calls
and that was all.
am i dreaming owl hunts?
 and we went out this morning 
to this marsh.
found a new emergence.
 i was thinking turtle thoughts
wondering how it is to be
turtle with the thick reptilian armor
while this soft human skin was feasted
by mosquitoes.
no worries,
escape happened fast.
 no turtles.
two events are coming up for me:

on june 4th,
come by the vendor tables and say HEY!


then retirement

a special wedding, then

August  20-21

I will be teaching at the Morgan Conservatory
Native Species: Ecoprinting
making prints from the Morgan's ecosystem


August 26th 

Spend a weekend in Northern Maine with a community of local artists working in the field of bookbinding, book arts, paper making and calligraphy. 
at the
Cobscook Community Learning Center 
10 Commissary Point Road
Trescott, ME 04652

The CCLC is located  in Trescott Township, Maine, between the towns of Whiting and Lubec in the Cobscook Bay region of Downeast Maine. 
this is a venue 
that is beautiful, wonderful.

(i can send you a pdf of this event 
or you can contact the north east branch of the guild of bookworkers...
if i was more adept i could attach the pdf...)

one of the things, 
including the new website,
and a collaboration with a special friend
are what i'm doing this summer.
November, A Map is almost sold out.
i will be taking a few to rochester with me.
i have recently been told that several universities
now have my artists books in their special collections
and you can see that information 
if you hunt under the publications at the top bar. 

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

there are spring things

it's certainly springing out there,
but it's been a bit chilly
these cattails 
are still 
sending seeds out into infinity
at the new place
the fiddleheads unfurl
and ferns of many kinds
perk up
inside an envelope
with a check for two of my books
was a little gift
for me
which made me happy.
i witnessed this nest
taken off a bad spot
for birds
very much like the nests for my new shifu books.
the fiber in here
included sheetrock tape!
and the trillium at the new place
carpets the woods.
it's spring
and i've made peace with the change.

Friday, May 13, 2016

not going

it seems like i just can't push
as hard as i used to.
i'm not going to cleveland.
i'm staying 
"to home"
staying put.
trying to get my energy
and harness this old gray mare 
for the next few weeks before retirement.
i am tired.
i didn't know how much,
but i am.
so with regret
i'm not going,
with joy in the staying, though.
there is a soft rain this morning.
and i've been "talking" to dear felicity
and to another dear, linda
and aimee and pam.
friends support just by their very beings.
others, some in the forms of magnificent crows
hover close.

Sunday, May 8, 2016


daffodils on my table
soft scent of cool windy spring
the earliest tree flowers
have become baby leaves.
the woods is closing in.
making homes for the babies.
my babies are in their 30's now. 
and both remembered me this day.
and i remember my mom
who had the birth name of
my legacy.
 indoors this week
i've been making samples
and shifu pages
for books.
next weekend i am going to 
but as usual, i am not wanting the drive.
these days i only want to fly west,
drive east.
maybe some day i will drive to the ocean
hop in a boat
and sail around some!
for mothers and honorary mothers,
a happy day.
but mostly, happy spring.
(hannah is working on the new site, i'm not there yet.)

Saturday, April 30, 2016


hannah is building me a website
trusting a recommendation from the amazing shanna leino
we're trying square space. 
it's built, i just don't know how to use it.
knowing me, 
it might not ever happen.
shhh, don't tell hannah.

two precious objects from australia
 stitching up a sheet of paper
 closer vision
 a grouse makes a brief appearance
on my way home last night.
 and then there's shanna's little awl
(check out her store, you will love her things.)
this too is exactly what i needed. 
small for my small hands
with a big point.

Monday, April 25, 2016


the new work is all about being
 feeling safe.
enclosed, not cloistered.
 i've been photographing these as i move through the work
and then i realized friday night
i felt safe 
at home.
deeply safe.
vulnerable, scared,
myself, definitely flawed and unable
to tie up 
the loose ends.
those ends.
(tradtional arts in upstate new york)
our local folklore organization with the (let's face it) bad name
has mounted a quilt exhibition.
 i love the real ones
the simple,
made from so little, ones.
 these are the cloths that speak to me
 and these photographic
patches of quilts
please my eye
and my sense of safe.
 meanings lost in time
but not the caring.
 beautifully stitched reminders.
the gallery space is large and those quilts soften 
and humanize the bigness.
i liked it so much.
 i was stitching this weekend
in case paper with kami-ito
and other samples came, too.
feeling safe.
 i buy anne johnson's cards at tauny.
they make me wonder
what it must be like to work as a botanist in this place.
to know the land that way.
 i come home to make more samples
as i think about things:
gratitude that my son is well,
my daughter is, too.
my love is well
over at our new home.

tauny had another surprise
 poems by a friend
john scarlett
 he practices farming with oxen,
husbanding, grandparenting
and writing.
i imagine him behind his team mowing his haymeadow: 

the children's path
through the grass
mown away

 (a haiku from his new collection, between waves, available at TAUNY)

Wednesday, April 20, 2016


taking a few hours here
marking stillness.
robins greet the morning
as do i
and i take a day away
time to regather my wits
my worries
my responsibilities and
my love.
 there have been some challenges
as i count down the days 
teaching special eduction
in a local school.
 sometimes i feel a little suspended
formed by hands
 always fiber
 the lilacs are beginning to leaf out
 and a flicker came to the new place
giving me a show
as he explored the eating
 just outside the front wndow.
 what a beautiful bird
one i've only seen as it flickers by
or leaves yellow and spotted feathers 
as gifts i accept.
 there are a pair!
oh, and more to the point.
 everytime i return home
 whitetail are behind the yard
 in front of the barn.
these are for my children
this little flock.
my old house 
needs a new young family.
so i can take
myself over to the new place
and begin learning to live
in a wilderness place.
(there, i didn't mention

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