Christmas mini

This is a truly mini quilt, about 4x6 inches. It's meant to be a holiday motif for a dollhouse or for a very, very small doll bed.

Twin Green Baby Bugs

These two quilts are about 18 inches square. The backing (which I just realized I never photographed) is pink with a pattern of white daisies. They're meant to be doll quilts, especially if you have sibling dollies who don't like to share! These will eventually be in my craft store...someday.

Blue diagonal and muslin

No, I will win no prizes for my photography. This quilt was two types of blue patterned material in a kind of modified diagonal stripe against white muslin. I gave it to a colleague for her new baby. It was about 3 feet square.

Questing

Questing

I sail on a ship in a far sea

            and my eyes are gold,

gold as the daughters of Hecate

            who follow the Hounds of Bran.

I am searching for a little flower,

            a little purple, reddened flower,

and a greening grave, mounded with stone and earth.

My boat is a cockleshell, golden and green,

            and I sing as I sail

            a new, sharp tune.

Silver flowers bloom out of my hair

I wear glass earrings, whistling in the wind.

I am on a quest for tomorrow’s yesterday

that one, sweet point

            where liquid sun and amythestine moon

                        kiss in a never-never world of night.

2-27-2006

(This is - was - my last poem. It was the latest I wrote, right around the time I finished undergrad. It was also the last, as I never felt the urge again. Guess I wrote out everything I had. Incidentally, I have no recollection of writing this, at all. When I found it, I googled it to make sure it was mine! I'm pretty sure it is...)

Summer evening--

Summer evening

bright white light filters through

a profusion of narrow green leaves

outside my window

flickering shadows on my face as

I dry my hair

a sudden swoop

a red cardinal

darts and lands on a

suddenly swaying branch

crimson feathers

translucent orange beak

stylish black trimming

he falls to the deck like a stone

and curves out under the railing

5/15/01

Sun glows--

the sun glows

i balance

on a chair and climb

into bed

the white walls

of my room

are quiet

we talk;

then...

“goodnight” she says

and is silent

i stare out the window

at the leaves

black blurs against

mellow gold

sunset

this is evening

i gaze at the white walls

and listen

to the hum of the air-conditioner

2/3/98

Spring morning--

Spring morning

the raindrops run cold races

down my neck

bare legs in the warm

humid air

brought out of a stiff cocoon

light as wind

I dance

in wet grass

and spin

chasing my own fingers

that stretch

spattered with mists

towards the gray sky

2/15/01