Happy as a clam to see my Seagull Girl digital art piece on the iColorama banner June 13. Sometimes black and white just says it all.
Between Waves, published in 2015 by RedMoonPress.com is still available for purchase.
Here is the poem for which the book was titled:
I season the lamb
Really heart warming to have three of my older haiga chosen for one of the oldest haiku journals (Summer 2016). It’s always interesting to see what editors pick.
Appearing soon in Ribbons, a tanka journal, a tanka about my mother will be featured. Editor Dave Rice wrote a thoughtful piece on the poem and I added a few of my own words as well.
These days my primary focus is on iPad art–I seldom take the time to submit poems to journals and rarely enter contests.
Marc Chagall said he worked in the medium that liked him. iPad Art is definitely the medium that seemed to choose me.
Just recently Facebook’s FLOWERS ARE FABULOUS honored my macro Clover a Best nod.
A few days ago The App Whisperer site chose BELIEVE for its banner, Your Parts and Process bannered TIME TO MOVE.
Two of my portraits are included here in this You Tube video thanks to Andrea Bagiarini:
I’m excited about my upcoming one-woman show which will run throughout the month of July. Most of my featured work includes iPad art and the subject matter varies–traditional florals, portraits, quirky Annapolis houses and scenes as well as a bit of the surreal, e.g., people turning into animals including creatures from the deep blue sea.
Preparing for the show has been intense especially since the Muse doesn’t rest and makes it difficult to take care of details such as press releases, making sure the canvases, glass and metals the pieces are printed on are perfect.
After two cancellations, it finally happened in Towson, Maryland. A number of enthusiastic writers attended–a Facebook friend from Pennsylvania was there. It’s also a pleasure to meet virtual friends in the flesh. I sold a few books which is also nice, as it helps to cover transportation and lunch expenses. My faithful companion, Robert, was with me — he’s a great navigator and helps carry books and paraphernalia as well as offer support and feedback.
I discussed the North American haiku movement but stressed the importance of reading Japanese masters.I gave each person a list of guidelines. Recounted some of my personal experiences over the years and critiqued a few haiku as gently as I could. I’d like to go back to Litmore and teach an advanced class, hopefully with those who attended today. I also shared what on-line and hard copy journals are worth subscribing and submitting to.
One of the attendees shared a nifty little book called HAIKU from Everyman’s Pocket Series which contains many of the Blyth translations as well as poems by Nick Virgilio, John Wills and Jim Hackett. Check out the series on Amazon as there are three haiku books, all well worth having and a nice size to carry in one’s bag.
Thanks to Sally McGee for her support, patience and lovely demeanor.
A lovely way to celebrate spring – one of my haiku was a runner up for the Golden Triangle DC Haiku Contest. One hundred twenty five haiku will grace flower gardens in Washington. Congratulations to all the winners!
Read more about it here:
Another honor, Editor Caroline Skanne asked me to be a resident artist for her journal Hedgerow.
Feel free to take a look:
Go to the limits of your longing.
–Rainer Maria Rilke
God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don’t let yourself lose me.
Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.
Give me your hand.
The gift shop empty of customers but for a sales clerk dressed in flower girl attire…black and white striped mini with a pompom scarf, hair in ringlets with an elfin nose. I ask if I might take her photo which I’d turn into a piece of art, free of charge.
She blushes as she says “I guess.”
“Can we step outside for a minute…the light would be better.”
A superior, an older woman dressed in black appears, whispers in the young girl’s ear then loudly chants three times, “only for a minute” as if I can’t hear.
The magic spell
my birthday over