Monday, July 20, 2015

Colors

All of my recent writing is going into a getting-worn spiral-bound notebook. None of it is suitable for sharing. But life has not been empty of creative pursuits.

This experiment page actually looks a lot better in person. The colors have shifted on screen.


I did a lot of dyeing yesterday. In addition to the yellow and what was called aqua marine but actually shifted to more of a straight blue on silk, I used two dyes that had the word red in their names, but which turned out to be variations of very intense pink. So altogether a rather brighter pallet than I would prefer. Still, I learned a lot and am getting my procedure down so that setting up and cleaning up don't take up the whole day.



Good gosh. Just looking at these bright colors makes it impossible for me to think about poetry, even a haiku.

                    Blue scarves, yellow scarves
                    Who would wear so much sunshine
                    and sea--all at once?

Ok. As it turns out, there is apparently nothing that can stop me from writing bad, bad, bad poetry.

Saturday, July 11, 2015

Perfect

Such a lovely day
like cream like feathers--the breeze
warm breath on my neck

Thursday, July 2, 2015

Forsaken

one by one, they turn away
all that's left is a man betrayed
hanging by one frayed thread

I did everything you wanted,
I opened my mouth let
your words flow out


not even an echo remains