watercolor inchies
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Walking into Walls
free-verse postures, vinyasa poesy while on my mat today in tadasana an impish poemflits into my practice, scampers around me,twirls my yoga strap the way a rhythmic gymnast might,navigates the balance beam of my bolster,spins distracting cartwheels in my mind when, whoa,instructor bo—thank you!—invites us allto breathe, no need to see anything as wall. —dotty… Continue reading
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Running in Circles
the looking glass no sooner do you receive the invitationthan you go to your closet, reflexivelygrab expectation from its hanger, slip it on, and give yourself a quick checkin the mirror. looks good, you think, without actually looking, as you mindlessly press the little hanger nipple that you can never quite smooth outon each shoulder. expectation feels… Continue reading
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Daring
ringling brother he positions himself with very specific calculusalong a street that edges the fairgrounds,and coaxes the moon—full of itself tonight, and ever up for a chance to shine—to roll across the taut line of a telephone cable, while he, the ticket-taker with tight-wire dreams, glides along in tandem on a grass verge, eyes steady.man and moonmoon and manmoving… Continue reading
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Hypnotic Slides
driftback as soon as lunchis under her beltshe adds eat lunch to her to-do list for the immediate satisfaction of crossing it out.done. she nurses the babyinto a nap,grabs a book to readto the toddler,slides into recitingfrom memory,mumbles bits of improvas someone pullsthe shades downon the windowsof her eyes. —dotty seiter ===== ===== Notes about poem and art:• “driftback”… 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.
