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Words for Woeful Wednesday, #5 & #6

#5, for 12/21/16

At Winter’s Solstice

Darkness gives way to the light.

This year, it lingers.

 

 #6, for 12/28/16

Not yet New Year’s Day:

My resolutions were made

On Election Eve.

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Words for a Woeful Wednesday #4

Done

What we know is:

He did it.

We know how

(The rope, the ceiling)

Not why life’s center

Slipped beyond his grasp

Responsibility:

Did he leave with it on his shoulders,

Or  on the backs of others?


Words for a Woeful Wednesday #3

About last Wednesday

I had ideas —

Lots of them,

In flight and vicious:

Vultures,

Pterodactyls,

Vampire bats,

Green bottle flies.

Flapping their wings

Buzzing, hissing

Snapping at each other.

Even at the end

As they sank into the darkness

Too exhausted to fly,

Their malice was not so spent

As to recommend a close encounter

I had ideas,

But no words for last Wednesday


Words for Woeful Wednesday #2 — 11/23/16

There is something going on in my dreams

Last night I drifted on a sparkling green-glass sea: my sails unfurled, catching the wind — I grabbed a rope and maneuvered the boat into a bay clogged with sunbathers on inflatable rafts, belly up like frogs on lily pads pinned out for dissection. I sailed through, around some, over a few, until someone shouted, “You don’t know what you’re doing!” and I answered, “No, but I am doing it.”

The night before, I’d danced, silently and for myself, slowly turning round and round in a grey taffeta dress trimmed in rickrack — rows of red, orange and yellow — the sheen of the fabric, the bright lines of color coming out of the darkness and into view briefly before disappearing back into the shadows.

 


Words for Woeful Wednesday #1 — 11/16/16

Last night I broke my reading glasses

I heard them drop to the floor with a crack, but I hoped for the best. That’s what I do when things don’t go my way — which is to say, what I’ve been lately doing quite a bit. When I picked them up my finger went through the empty space where the left lens used to be and I was annoyed with myself for letting it happen. (They were peacock blue and recent favorites.) But as I slipped them into the waste bin my anger retreated, disappearing into the grey cloud cover of numbness that has been in my life for days, yet another broken thing that seems beyond my power to mend.

 

 


New Year, (another) New Start

My introverted side has been in control for a while, but I’ve finally gotten to the point where I’m ready to share things again. It’s not like I haven’t been doing anything

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The “Cossack” refers to the yarn –Sirdar, and free-to-me via someone else’s de-stashing. It’s a dark, blackish-blue with strands of pale turquoise and flecks of copper — great with jeans and got a lot wear in the last few months.

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2015 Handmade Gift Extravaganza

This year, everyone on my list got one of these cowls.”Only” twelve in these pics — I made a total of 15, and all done (and blocked!) before they needed to be wrapped on the 24th. (pretty sure that’s a first for me…)

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And last — but definitely not least — my new Schacht Flip Loom, a much hinted-for but still unexpected birthday gift from JayZee.

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A close up of the on-loom project, a scarf in self-striping sock yarn warp with weft of solid blue fine fingering yarn. It’s done and off the loom now, waiting for me to get up the nerve to full it.

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ICAD 2015 has left the building

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All 61 index cards, pinned and clipped to the incredibly purple wall next to the art table in the workroom.

Last year — the first time I did ICAD — I was acutely aware of the need to build the habit of doing a card every day through June and July.  I was glad to have Tammy’s lists of prompts and themes as anchors — ideas that I could count on to help me come up with something when my own thoughts couldn’t pin anything down.

This year was different. I knew I could do it; I realized that there was nothing in the challenge that required my daily output to mean anything to anyone but myself. The cards didn’t have to be gorgeous or skillful — they didn’t even have to be good. I used this year’s ICAD as a chance to try new things, to have a new look at old things, sometimes to simply play.

I rarely used the daily prompts; if I liked a theme I went with it for as long as it appealed to me. I played with paints and textures, colors and line. I snipped words and images from magazines and books. I made marks with pens and whatever else seemed like it could, well, make the sort of marks I wanted to make.  I sometimes worked in silence, but more often than not at least semi-aware of the TV on somewhere nearby — in fact, the last couple of weeks I’ve been consciously working interesting bits of dialogue into text.

I’ve learned a bit more about letting go, and I’ve become a little better at recognizing what’s important to me. And I know that creating — making — every day is at the very center of that.