inspired by lorene forkner
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Compliments and a Full Complement
going fishing —after brian andreas, from It’s Fish for Compliments Day fish-for-compliments day is the best, she says.totally, he says. we never run out of compliments.your gardens are spectacular, she says.he says, i love your sexy legs.nobody surpasses you at offering countless options, she says.you excel at cost-per-wear with your clothes, he says.you’re an expert, she… Continue reading
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Light in the Dark
impromptu fireworks in the darkof a mid-february morningshortly before dawnhe pulls out of the garageonto prospect streetin his honda pilotto pick up a young manhe will drive to logan airport in the darkof a mid-february morningshortly before dawnafter a walk with her sistershe travels from ipswichin her honda c-rv,now on school streetheading home in the… Continue reading
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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
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 creative practice.
I post my paintings and their stories. The good, the bad, the ugly.
In 2025 I begin writing poetry and include a poem and painting in each post.
My compass points: shake hands with fear, be playful, get messy, trust my gut.
