inspired by lorene forkner
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Leafless in Hamilton
Sometimes Wonder Looks Like This trees in our neighborhood busied themselvesfor weeks this autumn, first merely hinting atand then blazing with color,then no sooner blazingthan losing their leaves to windor rain, or both. day after day, leaves fell all over the place,dried in yards, skittered on our street, crackled under our feetand found their way Continue reading
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Portraiture
Staring Contest you might see my sensibly-short layered white hairbut might not see my long blond kindergarten braids set off by straight-across high-cut bangsnor my sexy has-great-movement college-years shag-cut that falls below the shoulders you might see my all-way-stretch fleece leggings, you might not see my adorable checkered seersucker shorts-and-sleeveless-blouse outfit exactly like best friend Continue reading
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Finding Ground in New Terrain
Poet’s Construction Supervisor License you invite me toreframe my house, leave doors and windows open wide —dotty seiter ===== ===== Notes about poem and art:• “License” is a straight-up haiku in traditional syllabic format that I wrote as part of a thank-you note to poet Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer whose poetry and classes have situated me Continue reading
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When You Least Expect It
Writing Primer(with thanks to katherine center, and to karen keough who says, always leave a painting partly unfinished) i have not set out seekinginformationor instruction, have not been searching google,do not have it in mind to sign up for a class,and the room where i sitis in no wayat all a classroom.i’m just staring into Continue reading
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In This World
Cellobration! 23 August 2025 pause completelyfor a moment,if you will.locate yourself in your body,drop your shoulders,let your hands go soft,let your giornata—your day’s work—fall away, dissipate:the slicing of strawberries,the angry motorist who nearlyhit you in a crosswalk,the website that insisted you createa new password to replace the old, again,the unceasing news reports,the mixing of concrete Continue reading
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Offering
So Many Small Somethings to Notice, November 2025 into the day comes invitation:to plant the feet,to notice. so, each in turn, we offer our attention. i offer my attention to the hammered-silver earringson top of the chest of drawersand the reflection of the overhead lightbulb in my tea,to the tiny scratches on the tableand the Continue reading
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Open to Moments
Interconnected Prerequisites twenty or so years ago nan refers jane to me,jane needs a tutor for her son.i work with her son, jane and I strike up a friendship.she is a radiologist, tells me I can request her for a second read of x-rays anytime.when a routine mammogram reveals a possible lesion i’m sent to Continue reading
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Hiking Beside, Not Kayaking In
Deception Pass, Whidbey Island narrow channel. fierce tides force whirling eddies, whitefroth a bright blessing —dotty seiter ===== ===== Notes about poem and art:• “Deception” is a haiku that places me right back on the high bridge that spans Deception Pass where we watched two kayakers contending with the force of the outgoing tide. Better Continue reading
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A Wednesday in September
Perfect Pacific Northwest Vacation Day hike the high bluff trail,walk the beach beneath, cozyup in fleece to nap —dotty seiter ===== ===== Notes about poem and art:• “Perfect,” with a mere seventeen syllables, puts me right back on Whidbey Island on the bluff, on the beach, in that fleece blanket. • At Ease took considerable 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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