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Stepping Lively
Skipping Rope Today, joy is skipping rope,exuberant and carrying hopewith lightness of heart, nota smidgen of heaviness on her partnor even a backward glanceas, with great cheer, she chants:teddy bear teddy bear turn aroundteddy bear teddy bear touch the ground!feet are lifting, hands are spinningvoice is lilting, face is grinningjoy calls out in feisty glee:policeman Continue reading
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Thriller
High Voltagecan you hear the fizz? like high-voltage power lines overhead, with their corona dischargeand magneto-striction,the artist buzzes with the thrumof her own sparking electricity,of having run full tilt into what used to be a tiny bedroomuntil it became a makeshiftcreative space some years ago,hand in hand with a musewho’s grabbed herand insisted on collaboratingin Continue reading
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Poking Around Writing and Painting
Swords Drawn i pin my spinythorny bristly thistle ofan afternoon to the ground, but it flips me and declares itself the victor. —dotty seiter ===== ===== Notes about poem and art:• “Swords” is another tanka, a five-line poetry form with syllables in lines of 5 , 7, 5, 7, 7. Such short forms delight me Continue reading
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Navigating Day to Day
Struggling when her father received a barbor other disapproving commenthe would smile and say— occasionally with just the very barest almost imperceptible hint of snark— thank you! she thinks of her father now,as she considers dispiritedly the lies, chaos, upheaval,disinformation, divisiveness, and lawlessnessof her country’s current government.she takes a deep deep breath,drills way down, dials Continue reading
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I Am Iamb!
Welcome All gone the heat the hazethe humid drain of lifeour guests arrive on gusts of fresh—rejoice! —dotty seiter ===== ===== Notes about poem and art:• “Hello” was written in response to yet another prompt from the Coursera poetry class I took in June. It’s a cinquain, a tiny poem of five lines in a pattern Continue reading
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Nature as Church
The Seeds of a Great Choir (to MaryAnn and Bessie) don’tcha just love how a row of seed coneson a branch is a church choir,ever’ sunday mornin’gettin’ ready to give each voicea way to rejoice?lined up hip to hip in the church of the hackmatackhere in this tiny borough,borough of larch, don’tcha know?sure, sure, the church Continue reading
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Opening
Time to Take a Second Look instead of feeling self-critical about my relationship with timei.e. a little obsessive, a little uptight,instead of berating myselfi.e. you’re so rigid,why can’t you just relax and go with the flow,instead of resisting the relationshipi.e. pretending to be relaxed,acting nonchalant,i turn resistance on its headand surrender.it’s time for a second Continue reading
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The White Rabbit’s Obsession
Time (Mis)Management can’t yet … not right now …gotta, gotta … in a sec …don’t have time … hang on … —dotty seiter ===== ===== Notes about poem and art:• “Time (Mis)” is a haiku originally penned in 2009. I dusted it off to post here today as a prelude to my next post.• In Continue reading
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A Bright, Bright, Bright Sunshiny Day
After So Many Months I.After so many months the wait becomeslonely and unbending, like March, like along march through a cold season, like the lastunending days before dry limbs crochetverdant lace around the brittle darknessof winter bark. I am a silhouetteof branches, a windbreak, a lone figureweighted down by snow and wind, weather-scarred. II.Our fingers interlink Continue reading
My Story
In 2014, I grab an unexpected opportunity to paint.
To make art.
I get hooked.
In 2015 I start a blog—a diary of my life as an artist.
I post my paintings and their stories. The good, the bad, the ugly.
My compass points: bust through fear, be playful, get messy, trust my gut.
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