make yourself at home series
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On the Way to Becoming
hallelujah chorus spring peepers, eyes popped,inflating their balloon throats:yippee! let’s do this! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee!yippee! yippee! yippee! —dotty seiter ===== ===== Notes about poem and painting:• “hallelujah chorus” is a haiku that celebrates the small chorus frogs known as peepers that make themselves known as heralds of spring in the eastern part of… Continue reading
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Spring Cleaning
tenderbrazen i let my softest pussywillow self take off its winter jacket tossing timid into wind,into chill, chafe, chance, and change —dotty seiter ===== =====Notes about poem and art:• In “tenderbrazen” I used the tight format of a classical tanka to spring clean the clutter of excessive wordiness crowding my mind. A classical tanka is based on… Continue reading
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At Home in New Circumstances
in spirit godspeed, theresa actively attunedto distillations of peace,i notice wellnessradiating quietly and evenlythroughout my bodyand in the energeticspace surrounding me, the memory of your warmthand approachabilityfueling my strideas i walk up and downthe aisles of market basketin a steady cadence.i hear the heel of each shoe meet the polishedfloor tiles, left foot,right foot, left foot,… Continue reading
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Feeling My Way Along
proprioception as does my brain knowmy little toe,even in the dark, so too do the inner chambersof my heart knowyour presencevia clear sweet invisiblefilaments of sound that pulse their way through our housewhen your fingersstrum your guitar strings. —dotty seiter ===== ===== Notes about poem and art:• As does painting challenge me, so too does… Continue reading
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Transitions
travel agency snow on the ground still coversmost of his neighborhood’sreal estate, the pristine whiteof last week’s late-winter newfallmelting just a bit in today’s warmth,revealing grit thrown by plowsin an earlier clean-up effort.enough already with winter, he grouses,disgruntled and restless. heavy with cabin-fever,he takes himself to the front porch to meditate,closes his eyes, settlesinto a… 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.
