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Tendernesses
So Much What do I remember of my own tender years, long ago? The click of a Brownie camera shutter. My mother and myself following a recipe from the Junior Better Homes and Gardens Cookbook with its red and white cover. The pleasure of cream cheese and grape jelly sandwiches. The friendship of Lucy Atwood. Continue reading
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Today While the Blossoms Still Cling to the Vine
Outdoor Chapel fingers strumming strings,our voices skim cass pond. whocares what the morrow —dotty seiter ===== ===== Notes about poem and art:• “Outdoor Chapel” is an homage to a Camp Takodah memory. Caroline is at camp right now, first summer as a leader and, though I am not at Takodah, I can smell the fresh Continue reading
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Dotty Wassily Kandinsky, #6: A Piece of Paper and a Loop of String
Daddy Was Crazy on the Road Daddy was crazy on the road.Remember?He scared me to death.One time he cut someone offon the highwayand the other guylaid on his hornand Daddy stopped our car.Just stopped. Right in the middleof traffic.Slammed on the brakestill the man behindalmost drove in our back window.Then Daddy screecheddown the road again.I Continue reading
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A Tiny Pocket
Fun-Loving snowbird flamingoart in the bathroom, a laughwhere least expected —dotty seiter ===== ===== Notes about poem and art:• “Fun-Loving” is a tiny playful haiku about a sizable poster that was way fun to order as a 40th-birthday gift for someone whose bathroom makes a terrific gallery for lighthearted and unexpected whimsy.• An analogous colors Continue reading
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All Part of Something Bigger
Inner Eye Wonderwide i sit, legs curled onto the seat cushionof one of two comfy swivel chairs perched near northeast windows in our family room, reading a novel in the not insignificant benediction of light at 740p on an eveningin early june when why now? i understand that i whatever it is that “i” signifies Continue reading
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And the Livin’ Is Easy
Summer Matins first light finds its waythrough my translucent eyelidsvia catbird’s throat —dotty seiter === ===== Notes about poem and art:• I wrote “Summer” sixteen years ago when I committed myself to composing what turned out to be about fifteen haiku as part of a self-directed project to focus on what was right in front Continue reading
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Ownership
Seventh Grade Writing Project I want him to be better than he is And better than I was. I want him to be good as I is now. So I tell him, “Do it this way.” “Try this.” “Change it to this.” Trouble is, minute I do that, Any good I think I is, I Continue reading
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Dotty Wassily Kandinsky, #5: Ditty
Oh Where Oh Where right out of the gatefirst thing this morning,frazzledfrustrateddispiritedwhy can’t i figure out this appit worked fine for five days straightand now nothingwhat am i doing wrongwhy don’t i know this stuffand all the whilealso a heaviness in my chestand wordless mental malaiserunning in the backgroundworld events wearing away at me but Continue reading
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Dotty Wassily Kandinsky, #4: Movement and Change
Magic Show My bright baby boyNaps in my warm arms;Won’t be laid down. Nurses night and day,Past walking and words;Won’t be put off. Sleeps between his dadAnd me, touching both;Won’t be sidetracked. Is afraid to stayAlone at a friend’s;Won’t be left there. Molds himself to meWhen we read aloud;Won’t be detached. Then,My baby boy,Cool as 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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