while looking into a puddle,
"i feel like i will fall into the sky"
that is what she said...
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
The Merriam-Webster Thesaurus Lottery:
fitful adj.lacking steadiness or regularity in course movement, or succession
syn catchy,desultory,on-again-off-again,spasmodic,sporatic,spotty
syn catchy,desultory,on-again-off-again,spasmodic,sporatic,spotty
Monday, September 26, 2005
Today's weather is: Rainy
peeling paint lets you see the years
rooted to a spot
my belly behaves badly
when i smell the school basement
and i think of all those rainy mornings
and kids cooped on benches
instead of playing in the puddles
rooted to a spot
my belly behaves badly
when i smell the school basement
and i think of all those rainy mornings
and kids cooped on benches
instead of playing in the puddles
Friday, September 23, 2005
Friday, Friday
Friday, Friday
keep your nose tiday!
(my sister's wise words, please note poem works best with an English accent)
yes it is very late, actually it is very early,
and i am back to bed...
three cheers for the land of nod, the chamber of sleep, and life in a pod
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keep your nose tiday!
(my sister's wise words, please note poem works best with an English accent)
yes it is very late, actually it is very early,
and i am back to bed...
three cheers for the land of nod, the chamber of sleep, and life in a pod
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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Thursday, September 22, 2005
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
variety dumpling surprise
stacks of white plastic table cloths
make my knees perspire
my dim sum is closed this is another place
the chef with the paper hat, wide
set eyes speaks no english,
nods to a menu
inside so quiet. the hum of electrical workings
tiny fruit flies on the vinegar bottle
one dead beside the salt,
no pepper present.
i am in a basement, like in a dream
one of the double doors is open
held in place by a chair
above ground the street,
another building, the ramble of the streetcar
swinging arms, moving legs of the occasional person
walking by on dundas
i will have what i will call "the variety dumpling surprise"
hints only
the first egg + spinach
the second pork gingerly
the third tofu and chive
tea is hot milk
thumbs up
scalding and different
the fourth slids inside my mouth
shy familiar taste pork + ginger
another styrofoam cup sip
reveals something new to me
,hot soya milk
i pour vinegar and
with it a small fruit fly
that slowly breaststrokes
across my soy/vinegar
the next dumpling surprise
perhaps is beef
i am getting full
but the chef wide eyes
smiling
nice
go
has wisely placed the dumplings
in a styrofoam square
to take away (just in case)
the tea which isn't
grows on me - comforting
a good morning drink
(i think he knows something i do not)
another dumpling chicken
soaked in the soy/vinegar
concerned the chef limps
forward
not eating i point outside,
pat my belly say "full"
but drink and eat another
not to offend
chop,chop, chop
the next satisfying chinese greens
chicken + pork + something green
next time i will bring rhonda and share
another man comes in
hello, giggles and
turns on the light
okay
yes good thank you
two voices bouncing
in the back
frontman
and backstage hand
forced to limp to the front
his chance, without language
comic and nice
the dream fades
as the lights come on
the last dumpling
chosen sits soaking
in vinegar-
i have lost count
looking in two left
i know it was 10
10 was large pork
and now i pause
and play with the idea
only two little mystery dumplings left
through their doughy
semi-transparent wrapper
i see green
lighter
of the vegetable variety
and i do
i will
eat the last two!
saving the final sips
to ease them down
...and then
dumpling filled
i will walk fill my nostrils
as the food circulates
i become even more awake
the door closes
the fake breeze
of a/c starts
before the dawn
of this restaurants
new day...
a little less official
protected
and the chance
for wordless gesture filled interchange
and happy drink misunderstanding
the last two egg and spinach and
the biggest surprise
is that
i ate all
twelve
mystery
dumplings
i am so so full.
make my knees perspire
my dim sum is closed this is another place
the chef with the paper hat, wide
set eyes speaks no english,
nods to a menu
inside so quiet. the hum of electrical workings
tiny fruit flies on the vinegar bottle
one dead beside the salt,
no pepper present.
i am in a basement, like in a dream
one of the double doors is open
held in place by a chair
above ground the street,
another building, the ramble of the streetcar
swinging arms, moving legs of the occasional person
walking by on dundas
i will have what i will call "the variety dumpling surprise"
hints only
the first egg + spinach
the second pork gingerly
the third tofu and chive
tea is hot milk
thumbs up
scalding and different
the fourth slids inside my mouth
shy familiar taste pork + ginger
another styrofoam cup sip
reveals something new to me
,hot soya milk
i pour vinegar and
with it a small fruit fly
that slowly breaststrokes
across my soy/vinegar
the next dumpling surprise
perhaps is beef
i am getting full
but the chef wide eyes
smiling
nice
go
has wisely placed the dumplings
in a styrofoam square
to take away (just in case)
the tea which isn't
grows on me - comforting
a good morning drink
(i think he knows something i do not)
another dumpling chicken
soaked in the soy/vinegar
concerned the chef limps
forward
not eating i point outside,
pat my belly say "full"
but drink and eat another
not to offend
chop,chop, chop
the next satisfying chinese greens
chicken + pork + something green
next time i will bring rhonda and share
another man comes in
hello, giggles and
turns on the light
okay
yes good thank you
two voices bouncing
in the back
frontman
and backstage hand
forced to limp to the front
his chance, without language
comic and nice
the dream fades
as the lights come on
the last dumpling
chosen sits soaking
in vinegar-
i have lost count
looking in two left
i know it was 10
10 was large pork
and now i pause
and play with the idea
only two little mystery dumplings left
through their doughy
semi-transparent wrapper
i see green
lighter
of the vegetable variety
and i do
i will
eat the last two!
saving the final sips
to ease them down
...and then
dumpling filled
i will walk fill my nostrils
as the food circulates
i become even more awake
the door closes
the fake breeze
of a/c starts
before the dawn
of this restaurants
new day...
a little less official
protected
and the chance
for wordless gesture filled interchange
and happy drink misunderstanding
the last two egg and spinach and
the biggest surprise
is that
i ate all
twelve
mystery
dumplings
i am so so full.
Monday, September 19, 2005
escape
This weeks theme at Illustration Friday is "Escape".
My illo is based on the wonderful Philip Pullman book entitled 'The Subtle Knife'. Will is one of the central charactors and keeper of the subtle knife. The knife can cut anything including this world(or any other) opening a window into different worlds.
please click on image and see it at the largest size through flickr
My illo is based on the wonderful Philip Pullman book entitled 'The Subtle Knife'. Will is one of the central charactors and keeper of the subtle knife. The knife can cut anything including this world(or any other) opening a window into different worlds.
please click on image and see it at the largest size through flickr
Friday, September 16, 2005
Psst looky here!
my website has been built by the lovely and talented Tracey Graham.
Her link is on my bio page. If you have a moment it would be grand if
you checked my new new spanking new site out and told me what you think please!!
Still to be added is the navigation icon...i hope for a little suitcase there.
One day too the store really will be full of things for sale.
Currently I am working to get stuff ready for Sunday September 25th
"Word on the Street", this year it happens at Queens Park and is a fun big
literary event, books and word related things. My pal James and I will be
selling our "365 Reason not to Be Bored Calendar" (he is the inventor of this and the author i do the illos ), as well as charms, trinkets
and wordy parafinalia....Please come if you are in Toronto, or even if you are not.
Love and Peace and mini wheats....kim
(p.s. we can be found at word on the street under james' small press name ' 2X4 to the forehead').
Her link is on my bio page. If you have a moment it would be grand if
you checked my new new spanking new site out and told me what you think please!!
Still to be added is the navigation icon...i hope for a little suitcase there.
One day too the store really will be full of things for sale.
Currently I am working to get stuff ready for Sunday September 25th
"Word on the Street", this year it happens at Queens Park and is a fun big
literary event, books and word related things. My pal James and I will be
selling our "365 Reason not to Be Bored Calendar" (he is the inventor of this and the author i do the illos ), as well as charms, trinkets
and wordy parafinalia....Please come if you are in Toronto, or even if you are not.
Love and Peace and mini wheats....kim
(p.s. we can be found at word on the street under james' small press name ' 2X4 to the forehead').
Thursday, September 15, 2005
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Joleen's art challenge
Joleen (http://joleensartisticendeavors.blogspot.com/)
sent me a sweet little package with ingredients to make a collage with this note, "make a mixed media collage using at least part of each of these items. some kind of paint and whatever you wish."
others can be found here http://www.flickr.com/photos/joleensartisticendeavors/38675226/
sent me a sweet little package with ingredients to make a collage with this note, "make a mixed media collage using at least part of each of these items. some kind of paint and whatever you wish."
others can be found here http://www.flickr.com/photos/joleensartisticendeavors/38675226/
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Sasha and Me
Sasha is my first feathered friend, an embassador to birds if you will, she has taught me very well, I can now really see birds and wow are they ever amazing. I love her. She lives in the second hand book/music store where I work part time.
Monday, September 12, 2005
Friday, September 09, 2005
today's fabric
in the morning
the cover
of the cage is lifted
the bird inside croaks "hello"
and slowly adjusts its eyes
to the brightness and possibility
of this new day
we take carefully the strings
that hold the bolt of fabric together
and slowly with care
unroll it
unraveling
revealing the fabric of this day
is it silk?
perhaps terry cloth
weighty with comfort
and utilitarian appeal
a swiss dot?
cheeky gingham, soft and youthful?
spicy batik full of the flavor
of incense and wax
cheap crisp dyed cotton
stiff and brilliant
embellished with beads
rich luxurious velvet
dark purple brown
wishing to be walked upon
or maybe instead it changes constantly
starting as uncertain as gauze
and ending with
the deep sleep of brocade.
Thursday, September 08, 2005
lost and found
spice
socks
small packets of sugar
and vinegar
rain
cupboards
loose ends
inks
paint
playmobile
bars of soft soap
compliments
engagements
anniversaries
spiders
fleas
periods at the end of a sentence
feta cheese
screen doors
merry go rounds
desk drawers
wall paper
salmon sandwiches
watercress
cups of tea
the moomins
maple
falling
catching
sewing
socks
small packets of sugar
and vinegar
rain
cupboards
loose ends
inks
paint
playmobile
bars of soft soap
compliments
engagements
anniversaries
spiders
fleas
periods at the end of a sentence
feta cheese
screen doors
merry go rounds
desk drawers
wall paper
salmon sandwiches
watercress
cups of tea
the moomins
maple
falling
catching
sewing
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
brand new journal
click on and go to the largest page at flikr and you can read the first page of a brand new jounal.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
curious doodle
oh my mind flys and stalls
wedged into the house alone
happily
but worried too
at all the new details
and scatterings of those
that i roost with...
wedged into the house alone
happily
but worried too
at all the new details
and scatterings of those
that i roost with...
Friday, September 02, 2005
roots
an oldie, but fitting for this weeks illustration theme at www.illustrationfriday.com
please click on image so you can read carl jung's wise words
please click on image so you can read carl jung's wise words
Thursday, September 01, 2005
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