Friday, December 10, 2010

A little poem about keys


Easy to grow attached to the feel
of their curves and notches,

every day their same weight
in our fingers. How long

can we last without changing
the locks? Shall we wear

ourselves smooth as house keys
held for years in front pockets?


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Thursday, March 25, 2010

Another Hay(na)ku

Made this little hay(na)ku card the other night with images and text from a Better Homes & Gardens book on flower arranging.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Often Replaced

Often Replaced
Originally uploaded by Mandy L.
Of the collage/poetry pieces I've done lately, I like this one the best. The image is from a magazine ad I painted over with some cream-colored paint. This is collaged onto a piece of a cereal box, around 4x4 inches in size.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

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Another Poem and Collage

More text from an old Family Circle and image from a book of photos of Washington. I like this image of the road so much that I really didn't want to alter it in any way, so it seemed like a good idea just to shape a tiny poem for it.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

A Collage and a Poem

Two tiny stanzas of hay(na)ku, collaged onto a trading-card-sized piece of recycled paperboard. The text is from a 1941 issue of The Family Circle, and the images are from a book of pictures of Washington state and a magazine that I painted over.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Poem for Daylight Savings Time

This one's untitled. By "fire horse," I mean the Chinese zodiac element and animal. I know a few fire horses, but I'm thinking of one in particular here. :)

Your fiery nature
might burn

but never
burns out, dearest

fire horse, pedaling
your bicycle

of winter,
into spring again.

Monday, January 4, 2010

A Little Morning Poem from Last Weekend

Good Morning

I talked so loudly she said
she tried shushing my discussions

from her dream, waking
to realize the noise all came

from me, two sides of an argument,
two parts of me she’d never seen.

I hope next time she’ll wake me.