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Concrete and Abstract
The Marble-Covered College-Ruled Composition Book of Prayer I’m just minding my own businessboiling white rice for two days of low residue low fiber eatingin prep for a colonoscopy on Wednesdaywhen the the marble-covered college-ruled composition book of prayerhands me a sharpened No. 2 penciland says, Go ahead. So I open the black-and-white cardboard cover,with its… Continue reading
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Feelings Flowing, Garden Growing
After Waving Goodbye a little hollowspace in my core, tender, low,i give it a hug —dotty seiter ===== ===== Notes about poem and art:• “After” speaks for itself, a tiny tight haiku to give voice to a pervasive strong feeling, short-lived though it might be.• Needing celebrates a geranium plant that hangs in a pot… Continue reading
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Slick Tricks
Stick With Him This isn’t picnic Isn’t thrill Still, sit tight with him Sit nigh I insist Sit thigh thigh Sit in night Sit in light Sit with his wish Sit with his spiritSit stillSit chill Nix limits Fit in with him Fit him within Find his mind With instinct With insight Lift him high… Continue reading
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An Embarrassment of Riches
Fullness We sit outdoors on a delicious warm shortcake of a July eveningon the back deck, the deck’sarms not long enough to hold us all without crowdingshoulder to shoulderknee to kneeat the glass-top tablebut do we care?We do not.We are together! Togetheraround baking done earlier in joyous anticipationof these exact momentsof scooping scores of deep-red sliced strawberriesover biscuits… Continue reading
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Signs of Summer
Withstanding the Test of Time Every Saturday my sign leaves our mudroom,takes a ride in my car, all 12 by 48 x .25 inches of itstretching across the back seatnearly touching the doors on both sides,bright primary yellow like a highlighter marker, nearly glowing,nothing more than a scrap piece of polypropylenegiven to me by former… Continue reading
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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
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.

