in he walked
about 30 with flying flag regalia of beer ,bands , tats and skulls
with the prettiest pink mohawk ever
'pork and rice'
he ordered,
delivering me a required scowl and snear
the owner past middle age, asian, slightly plump and relaxed hollered from the table
'hey i like your hair'
'thanks man'
he answered
the owner enquired further
about the hairdo.
'how long it take you to do your hair,
about 2 hours?'
the pink mohawk wearer replyed
'about 15 years'
i waited enjoying the chinese opera, and the old woman that was complaining
and the awesome clashing of floral patterns and the wobegon way the staff did what they must
i got a huge bag of food to take out
the sun glared and i wore sunglasses
and remembered what one of my art teachers used to answer
when someone asked how long it took him to do a certain piece of art
'all my life'
perhaps another answer is
'about 15 years'
the food was a little greasy,
but i knew it would be
but it was delicious
and along with delivering it home
it came with a story at the dinner table
about a very pretty pink mohawk
it's 11am now
do you know where your punk rocker is?
in bed i think shades drawn
in twisted sheets
and full belly.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
thank you for visiting
inside at the computer,
with the urban back door open
i can hear them
constant in their want
of a worm
a grub
an insect
i see two when i look in the hedge
balanced very nicely
a custom buildt nest
so close to us gawky
huge humans
and the rest of city hum
two tiny odd looking little birds
in a perfect circular thatched looking nest
i have seen the mother over them
feeding them
away from them
trusting the little chips
with promise of return
how lucky am i
to witness tiny nature
in this big smoke
of a city
and little infant chips
and odd growing in feather fluff
and such awesome newness
and nature!
with the urban back door open
i can hear them
constant in their want
of a worm
a grub
an insect
i see two when i look in the hedge
balanced very nicely
a custom buildt nest
so close to us gawky
huge humans
and the rest of city hum
two tiny odd looking little birds
in a perfect circular thatched looking nest
i have seen the mother over them
feeding them
away from them
trusting the little chips
with promise of return
how lucky am i
to witness tiny nature
in this big smoke
of a city
and little infant chips
and odd growing in feather fluff
and such awesome newness
and nature!
Monday, June 07, 2010
clean dog dirty dog silent dog
the dog got clean very clean indeed with lots of mountain man hair shaven to produce a handsome city chappy
then the dog got dirty rolling in a remnant of an unnamed deseased animal
the dog got clean with water jug and bath tub and was very tolerant of this new clean idea
in between i heard about a dog
that came barking
only the barks were silent
as called out 'dog with laringitis'
and said once again
'dog with laringitis'
then the dog got dirty rolling in a remnant of an unnamed deseased animal
the dog got clean with water jug and bath tub and was very tolerant of this new clean idea
in between i heard about a dog
that came barking
only the barks were silent
as called out 'dog with laringitis'
and said once again
'dog with laringitis'
Tuesday, June 01, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
many many thanks
Thank you to all that came to say hello and visited me and my wares yesterday at Wayzgoose.
The day was bright sunny and very very hand made bookish which was indeed grand!
A special thank you to Tamara who loaned me her awesome poetry dispensing machine ,the famed Verse-o-Matic. Thank you to my pal Krissy who helped me get it home. I was delighted to fill the Verse-o-Matic with Kim's Suitcase products especially tiny little books with Japanese paper covers. The use of the vending machine was particularly exciting as when I was a wee girl I happened to take a spin on such a machine and obtained of all things a teeny weeny bible. Barbie loved to read it especially before going on a date with Ken...but i degres. At yesterdays book fair a very small girl who had never had the opportunity to turn the crank on such a machine chanced to receive a book made by me! I think we both shared the same degree of delight. Again thank you to James, my dear book selling friend and to his car that got us to the show. Thank you to all the staff and volunteers at the show for again making wayzgoose a lovely time. Many many thanks to all!
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
it is wayzgoose time dear friends

dear friends
it is that time
coming up to the last saturday in april
to be precise saturday april 24th, 2010
9am-5pm in the little lovely town of grimsby
a very fine and well crafted book arts fair
i shall be there
and i invite you dear friend and reader
to come by
and to say hello
i do hope you can attend!
www.town.grimsby.on.ca/Wayzgoose
Wednesday, April 07, 2010
and then it rained
we meet for fish and chips
and you told me you are taking a trip
to chicago
i don't go anywhere
other than in concentric cirlcles
and the deepths of my soul
which isn't exactly no where
but it isn't on any map
that has yet to be published
today i walked around with the dog
and the friend and her dog
and we got caught in rain
and all the grave markers winked
and said 'isn't it good to get wet,
it can be so dry under the earth...'
or maybe that was just the voice of
the ghost coyote that used to live in
the cememtary where we walk
fish and chips was good
greasy and a little too small
but good
and the pathway there
and the people crossing
and walking across the bridge
with plans for building
building plans for your house
and plans for social justice
in small button hole ways
at the end of our meeting
'be continued' flashed on the screen
i took the street car home
to my freshly tidied house
and j and b where hiding together
behind electronic screens
as the day faded
and night closed in
and the blinds made it official
down pour
down pour
today a tea is brewing
a mystical tea from germany
goods travel to me as i stay at home
honing my centre
and watching the sweetest rain drops you ever did see
and you told me you are taking a trip
to chicago
i don't go anywhere
other than in concentric cirlcles
and the deepths of my soul
which isn't exactly no where
but it isn't on any map
that has yet to be published
today i walked around with the dog
and the friend and her dog
and we got caught in rain
and all the grave markers winked
and said 'isn't it good to get wet,
it can be so dry under the earth...'
or maybe that was just the voice of
the ghost coyote that used to live in
the cememtary where we walk
fish and chips was good
greasy and a little too small
but good
and the pathway there
and the people crossing
and walking across the bridge
with plans for building
building plans for your house
and plans for social justice
in small button hole ways
at the end of our meeting
'be continued' flashed on the screen
i took the street car home
to my freshly tidied house
and j and b where hiding together
behind electronic screens
as the day faded
and night closed in
and the blinds made it official
down pour
down pour
today a tea is brewing
a mystical tea from germany
goods travel to me as i stay at home
honing my centre
and watching the sweetest rain drops you ever did see
Tuesday, April 06, 2010
the truth about the weather
today is grey
and all the other colours sing quietly
i love this cool weather
soft coloured and peaceful
yesterday was bright and sunny
and everybody and their cousin
was out enjoying the day
my quiet streets
a little more cluttered
the conversation with the cracks in the pavement
and the greens of the leaves
harder to hear
i wore sun glasses
and followed my sandled feet
through the streets
bright weather heat
feels too glossy to me
like overmade up make up on an already beautiful face
it's hard to explain
as others rejoice in the good fortune of sun
that i really do feel best in the rain...
and all the other colours sing quietly
i love this cool weather
soft coloured and peaceful
yesterday was bright and sunny
and everybody and their cousin
was out enjoying the day
my quiet streets
a little more cluttered
the conversation with the cracks in the pavement
and the greens of the leaves
harder to hear
i wore sun glasses
and followed my sandled feet
through the streets
bright weather heat
feels too glossy to me
like overmade up make up on an already beautiful face
it's hard to explain
as others rejoice in the good fortune of sun
that i really do feel best in the rain...
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Tuesday, March 02, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
Monday, February 01, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
button rings in process
These were so much fun to make. A tin of buttons, a box of thread and time to think which with which?
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
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