Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
snowy visitor
she came to visit my morning pages,
while i sat in the kitchen, snow falling,
drinking green tea
a little visitor,
a warmly dressed muse
Monday, February 26, 2007
planets
the pulsing heart planet
can be seen when the moon of venus is in the seventh house
mr. orson wells once told my while drinking fine wine together that he was actually from a planet other than earth, he was quite well into the vino at the time so i dismissed it...now i wonder
Saturday, February 24, 2007
promise
promise that you will take care
the lady that knocks on my door asking to use the phone
is begging for spare change
her teeth are furry,
and her stomach large lurching forward
in the pizza parlour the little asian woman makes pizza
pepperoni, hawaian, vegetarian, deluxe..
her crust is doughy and soft and unchallenging
i think of the pillsbury dough boy and keep on eating
we stop at the store that sells socks, locks and porn
to buy notebooks to write down the names
round the corner we go
the whole family pack
owen the dinasour sweater dog
and i at the back
the straight backed man in the felt hat
holding the little girl's hand in the front
the weather promise is spring time
but i am not fooled the weather has many moods
round corners we go until we reach the cemetary
and collect up names for future fictions
bea deciedes to write a story about meeting a butler
a mystery she says
jay collects names for his purposes
and because we have walked a way
the little puppy naps in my coat
for a while
a lady in a car asks about him
the lady in the purple pants warned me
of dog abduction,
the man with a maniquein arm walks by
dirtied by the melting snow
cars rush past,
on the other side of the fence
stones ingraved with people of the past
and words found fitting by loved ones
the pizza mediocre
the sun and light nice
bea's foot starts to hurt and she sobs
all the way home
perhaps the new boots or just fatigue
or the promise of cartoon television shows
not yet available
i walk and look down, avoiding patches of salted
sidewalk and glass shards..
one foot then the next doing an untangling dance
with the leash
promise for us yet...
the lady that knocks on my door asking to use the phone
is begging for spare change
her teeth are furry,
and her stomach large lurching forward
in the pizza parlour the little asian woman makes pizza
pepperoni, hawaian, vegetarian, deluxe..
her crust is doughy and soft and unchallenging
i think of the pillsbury dough boy and keep on eating
we stop at the store that sells socks, locks and porn
to buy notebooks to write down the names
round the corner we go
the whole family pack
owen the dinasour sweater dog
and i at the back
the straight backed man in the felt hat
holding the little girl's hand in the front
the weather promise is spring time
but i am not fooled the weather has many moods
round corners we go until we reach the cemetary
and collect up names for future fictions
bea deciedes to write a story about meeting a butler
a mystery she says
jay collects names for his purposes
and because we have walked a way
the little puppy naps in my coat
for a while
a lady in a car asks about him
the lady in the purple pants warned me
of dog abduction,
the man with a maniquein arm walks by
dirtied by the melting snow
cars rush past,
on the other side of the fence
stones ingraved with people of the past
and words found fitting by loved ones
the pizza mediocre
the sun and light nice
bea's foot starts to hurt and she sobs
all the way home
perhaps the new boots or just fatigue
or the promise of cartoon television shows
not yet available
i walk and look down, avoiding patches of salted
sidewalk and glass shards..
one foot then the next doing an untangling dance
with the leash
promise for us yet...
Friday, February 23, 2007
productivity
have i been productive.
yep.
nope.
depends who you ask i guess.
i have been reading a very inspiring book,
a radical notion really
it is entitled
'how to be idle'
by tom hodgkinson
not that i really need a guide,
being that my two favorite activities are
wandering
and puttering
which brings me to productivity
and the concept of skiving
without guilt...
guilt, how could i have guilt
when i freely eat all dressed potato chips
it is the middle near end of february,
and i have done a few things for money
and more for love
i have done piles of dishes this week
and have also left piles of dishes undone
just for balance
i have got up at strange hours
due to the new puppy
and experienced new weather
that was always there but went unnoticed
i have seen the stages of the moon,
and have been surprised that in the city
i could see some stars,
i have seen the different conditions of snow,
really so many, hard, crunchy, packing, powder
i have loved looking at the shadows cast by the trees
and early light and orange glowing up from the white ground
i have heard the birds
i have examined all types of puppy poo, why not if indeed you
must pick it up anyway..
carrot is hard to digest, and coloured foil passes right through
i have taken naps and asked for flora the cats forgivness,
which see gave willingly after a bite and a scratch..
i have notice she has odd scabs, that i enjoy picking
but she doesn't
i have watched my daughter grow bigger
and my husband shrink a little
and i have asked his apolgy for upsetting the harmony
with our new puppy son, brother, friend
i have meet dogs with names like jerry, after seinfeld, and
hubble after the telescope
i have experience cold wind and a muddy coat
i have missed classes and stayed in sleepy
i have postponed working for dazing
watching the puppy try to eat sunshine
and laying in a sunbeam myself
i have been on time, to pick up my daughter from school each day
and each morning i have arrived a little early,
i have meet numerous strangers and have had more doggie
conversations than i can count, and seen more smiles than
i new where possible in below below 0 weather
i made a few doodles
wrote words,
cut up magazines,
made valentines,
washed a few clothes
made a few mediocre meals.
found a new restaurant
enjoyed the smell of little india
participated in the puppet club for kids
in which i have been the narrator
watched a little tv.
re-love malcolm in the middle
watched the hilarious larry david
(who knows how to idle) in a set
of dvds from a show i can't recall the name of
discoved a new store that i like
did a couple of illustrations
early in the month
endured my jays bad back,
it was sore
recieved a nasty note from my neighbours
who are dog haters...thats a whole species
Yessh!
disabled my answering service
and disabled my answering machine
changed my address for the ocad magazine
thought about love, peace, family,
had extraordinary dreams starring matt damon
a pool and oprah
watched my pants grow snug
thought about the coming of spring
had nice passing words with the crossing guard
ate more salads
and more pizzas
and more chocolate
drank less black tea
and more green tea
watched my hair become longer and unruly
sat at the kitchen table
enjoyed tv satellite jazz
and cbc radio one
realised my daughter is often listening carefully
and happened to surmise after a snow warning on the
radio followed by a story about abduction
that the snow could cause you to disappear...
straightened that out
talked
and
listened
watched
and
heard
visited goodwill often
bought pants, plaid
books, novels, and the one about idleness
and a few on dogs
cancelled life drawing with rhonda
went to see the beatrix potter movie with rhonda
ran into merill
bought another book on b. potter
tried to remain calm
tried to remain attentive
tried to remain awake
tried to sleep.
productivity.
i am still not sure.
but i do know,
it doesn't really matter.
yep.
nope.
depends who you ask i guess.
i have been reading a very inspiring book,
a radical notion really
it is entitled
'how to be idle'
by tom hodgkinson
not that i really need a guide,
being that my two favorite activities are
wandering
and puttering
which brings me to productivity
and the concept of skiving
without guilt...
guilt, how could i have guilt
when i freely eat all dressed potato chips
it is the middle near end of february,
and i have done a few things for money
and more for love
i have done piles of dishes this week
and have also left piles of dishes undone
just for balance
i have got up at strange hours
due to the new puppy
and experienced new weather
that was always there but went unnoticed
i have seen the stages of the moon,
and have been surprised that in the city
i could see some stars,
i have seen the different conditions of snow,
really so many, hard, crunchy, packing, powder
i have loved looking at the shadows cast by the trees
and early light and orange glowing up from the white ground
i have heard the birds
i have examined all types of puppy poo, why not if indeed you
must pick it up anyway..
carrot is hard to digest, and coloured foil passes right through
i have taken naps and asked for flora the cats forgivness,
which see gave willingly after a bite and a scratch..
i have notice she has odd scabs, that i enjoy picking
but she doesn't
i have watched my daughter grow bigger
and my husband shrink a little
and i have asked his apolgy for upsetting the harmony
with our new puppy son, brother, friend
i have meet dogs with names like jerry, after seinfeld, and
hubble after the telescope
i have experience cold wind and a muddy coat
i have missed classes and stayed in sleepy
i have postponed working for dazing
watching the puppy try to eat sunshine
and laying in a sunbeam myself
i have been on time, to pick up my daughter from school each day
and each morning i have arrived a little early,
i have meet numerous strangers and have had more doggie
conversations than i can count, and seen more smiles than
i new where possible in below below 0 weather
i made a few doodles
wrote words,
cut up magazines,
made valentines,
washed a few clothes
made a few mediocre meals.
found a new restaurant
enjoyed the smell of little india
participated in the puppet club for kids
in which i have been the narrator
watched a little tv.
re-love malcolm in the middle
watched the hilarious larry david
(who knows how to idle) in a set
of dvds from a show i can't recall the name of
discoved a new store that i like
did a couple of illustrations
early in the month
endured my jays bad back,
it was sore
recieved a nasty note from my neighbours
who are dog haters...thats a whole species
Yessh!
disabled my answering service
and disabled my answering machine
changed my address for the ocad magazine
thought about love, peace, family,
had extraordinary dreams starring matt damon
a pool and oprah
watched my pants grow snug
thought about the coming of spring
had nice passing words with the crossing guard
ate more salads
and more pizzas
and more chocolate
drank less black tea
and more green tea
watched my hair become longer and unruly
sat at the kitchen table
enjoyed tv satellite jazz
and cbc radio one
realised my daughter is often listening carefully
and happened to surmise after a snow warning on the
radio followed by a story about abduction
that the snow could cause you to disappear...
straightened that out
talked
and
listened
watched
and
heard
visited goodwill often
bought pants, plaid
books, novels, and the one about idleness
and a few on dogs
cancelled life drawing with rhonda
went to see the beatrix potter movie with rhonda
ran into merill
bought another book on b. potter
tried to remain calm
tried to remain attentive
tried to remain awake
tried to sleep.
productivity.
i am still not sure.
but i do know,
it doesn't really matter.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
key tags
little felt sketches...some may still be available at Nathalie-Roze and Company,
with thankful nods to the inspiring and talented Kari
www.karibombari.com
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Monday, February 19, 2007
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
portrait of the artist...
dressed for sub zero weather.
something warming about chocolate brown clothing, perhaps my association with hot chocolate, the only part of ice skating i can do!
every sunday afternoon my mum would say
"why don't you go skating at the arena"
which was next door practically..
"okay"
in my mind i thought this was the only way to get better
the arena was packed with loud music and everybody
swiftly skating
i hugged the boards
creeping along terrified of falling down
i hated the feeling of not being able to securely stand
(for goodness sake it took me until I was 16 months to be able to walk when I was a baby, same problem fear of falling down ..i am sure)
this was after painstakingly doing up ones skates tight enough..it was totally awful, sorry to be down on the romance of ice skating...but it was..
but in the arena, there was a machine that for just coins would give you very unique tasting chicken soup and hot chocolate, inevitably i would circle around the rink clinging to the boards once, seeing people i knew, trying not to be too embarrased when the younger kids whizzed by me, wiped out and laughed. cringe
i sat in the seats watching the fun, outside, sidelined and sipped my beverage until skating was over, sometimes walking around the perifery, enjoying watching the zamboni clear the ice and the kiosk that sharpened skates...
no sunday shopping back then, no ability to leave the neighbourhood
it was good to finally discover i rode the public transit system really well, i found other urban non ice skaters
we would sit in kensington market
listening to reggae music, keeping the beat with ginger beer
summer and winter...
but that is another story...
something warming about chocolate brown clothing, perhaps my association with hot chocolate, the only part of ice skating i can do!
every sunday afternoon my mum would say
"why don't you go skating at the arena"
which was next door practically..
"okay"
in my mind i thought this was the only way to get better
the arena was packed with loud music and everybody
swiftly skating
i hugged the boards
creeping along terrified of falling down
i hated the feeling of not being able to securely stand
(for goodness sake it took me until I was 16 months to be able to walk when I was a baby, same problem fear of falling down ..i am sure)
this was after painstakingly doing up ones skates tight enough..it was totally awful, sorry to be down on the romance of ice skating...but it was..
but in the arena, there was a machine that for just coins would give you very unique tasting chicken soup and hot chocolate, inevitably i would circle around the rink clinging to the boards once, seeing people i knew, trying not to be too embarrased when the younger kids whizzed by me, wiped out and laughed. cringe
i sat in the seats watching the fun, outside, sidelined and sipped my beverage until skating was over, sometimes walking around the perifery, enjoying watching the zamboni clear the ice and the kiosk that sharpened skates...
no sunday shopping back then, no ability to leave the neighbourhood
it was good to finally discover i rode the public transit system really well, i found other urban non ice skaters
we would sit in kensington market
listening to reggae music, keeping the beat with ginger beer
summer and winter...
but that is another story...
Monday, February 05, 2007
love knot
the day is cold
i sew around paper hearts
thing of green things
fresh twigs
and rays of sun
you are in a cocophany of noise
mr. arrington, mr. arrington
and i send you psychic love notes
that the puppy hasn't yet chewed
just when you attain a good stretch
i notice the need for a further stretch occurs
i have hot chocolate in the cupboard
and a daughter in the school up the road
i have a brother,
a sister
a mother
this is my family
and my husband jay of course
to day is monday
and i am left to my own devices
playing with a box of watercolour crayons
and sewing thread, and love hearts
i turn on the television while eatting the orange sun
and hear bits of words and images of famous people
and then i turn them all off
and see that the walls talk
if you listen closely
and the paint that is peeling in the bathroom
is really a portal to another world
these are thoughts i think
when left to my own devices
with balls of string
and a kitty in her basement apartment named flora
sweet
full
underneath the cracks in the sidewalk
the icy bits and pieces of outside
the red checks that leave their mark
under ground
inside
warmth
hearts
veins
pus
and stuff that makes me stop
and
go
i sew around paper hearts
thing of green things
fresh twigs
and rays of sun
you are in a cocophany of noise
mr. arrington, mr. arrington
and i send you psychic love notes
that the puppy hasn't yet chewed
just when you attain a good stretch
i notice the need for a further stretch occurs
i have hot chocolate in the cupboard
and a daughter in the school up the road
i have a brother,
a sister
a mother
this is my family
and my husband jay of course
to day is monday
and i am left to my own devices
playing with a box of watercolour crayons
and sewing thread, and love hearts
i turn on the television while eatting the orange sun
and hear bits of words and images of famous people
and then i turn them all off
and see that the walls talk
if you listen closely
and the paint that is peeling in the bathroom
is really a portal to another world
these are thoughts i think
when left to my own devices
with balls of string
and a kitty in her basement apartment named flora
sweet
full
underneath the cracks in the sidewalk
the icy bits and pieces of outside
the red checks that leave their mark
under ground
inside
warmth
hearts
veins
pus
and stuff that makes me stop
and
go
Sunday, February 04, 2007
bookmarks
bookmark this:
February the 10th at Good Catch in Parkdale is a Sweet little craft show. Please come!!
To find out more please log onto www.goodcatch.ca
Cheerio,
Kim
February the 10th at Good Catch in Parkdale is a Sweet little craft show. Please come!!
To find out more please log onto www.goodcatch.ca
Cheerio,
Kim
Saturday, February 03, 2007
pouch tweet
i have pouch making fever. a marathon of making pouches. did you know the zipper was a canadian invention? as a child i had a drawer full of purses, whenever i needed money i dug through the drawer and came up with some...magical don't ya think? now i am making purses in hopes of selling them and making money isn't that kind of funny? i am loving making these petite collage fabric studies that are pretty (thinks i) and practical too.
Thursday, February 01, 2007
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