World Watercolor Month Days #25 and #26

Not sure how I forgot to post my bit of watercolor yesterday but here it is. I have a new palette and I’m debating how to set it up, so I’m still messing around to see what colors some new possibilities become when mixed with other more known players. Seems to me that if you’re going to have another palette it should be substantially different in some ways from the other ones you’ve already got going. I don’t know. On the other hand if it was wildly different from what I commonly use, chances are I wouldn’t use it? Ack.

Yesterday I received my first postcard for the August Poetry Postcard Festival. Today I received postcards #2 and #3. They blew me away, humbled me and filled me with gratitude.

World Watercolor Month Days #25 and #26

PoPoFest 2016

Even though the Poetry Postcard Fest technically ended with the end of August, there’s always a grace period afterwards where cards continue to navigate the postal system and folks catch up from various things that interfere with daily life and writing during a thirty-one day span. Some folks aren’t quite ready to put down the pen and so they continue to fire off what we like to call “bonus cards” – maybe not to your own group of 31 but pushing outward to others. And, let me tell you, finding a bonus card in the mailbox as August fades in the rear view mirror is a mighty fine thing!

All this is to tell you that I’ve added my own cards to the navigation bar above. If you click PoPoFest above you’ll see the three years of outbound cards for your amusement and edification. If you’re a 2016 Group One participant and didn’t receive a card from me, please be assured I sent one. Leave me a comment or shoot me an email and I’ll get you one, digital or reprint!

The End of August and Postcards

What an August it was! Many cards and wonderful poems and nice Facebook chatter about the process and sending and receiving. It flew past.

I really enjoyed sharing my photographs and my smaller watercolors as postcards and enjoyed the daily writing. I looked forward to my nightly mailbox trip and to what was in my mailbox each day.

I’ll post the cards I sent out, probably at the end of the month. In the meantime, thanks everyone for a wonderful month!

Day off, filled with geeky-poetry-ness

As the 2016 Postcard Poetry Fest starts to wind up, I decided I needed to reorganize the links to the other years. Maybe it would be better to do them as a gallery. That will only take a few minutes, right? Yeah right.

Anyway, Up at the top of the page, you’ll see the PoPoFest link. Now you can view 2014 and 2015 as a gallery. No names or addresses… Obviously 2016 isn’t complete yet.


Sunday, August Is Flying

When I got home tonight, there was still the August Postcard Poetry Fest poem to get done. Earlier today I’d responded to a post on Facebook and thought and then forgot about the line which I thought, at the time, would make a great inclusion in a poem. I was a good way down the poem when I remembered! Yeah coffee! So the poem includes the line

the red caboose of contentment.

Because who could resist that line?

At the meeting, someone pointed out an actual slide from an actual Macworld keynote… I knew where my July 2001 badge was. It hangs over my desk. At some point, I had put my old-new name on it again, but everything else is as it was, before the world changed.

Censorship at AQS Show, continued. Now With Haiku.

Kathy Nida reports that AQS shipped both her quilts back to SAQA. I posted my response below and hope that you’ll write AQS and SAQA showing your support as well. Here are some handy email addresses for you to use.

If you have a blog, consider posting information about this fight against rather pointless (there was no penis!) censorship and be part of facebook and other social media discussions on the topic. Make your voice heard.

I’m on day eighteen of the August Postcard Poetry Fest. Mom and I are visiting a local library. She’s doing Pokémon on my iPhone because her iPad keeps losing GPS signal… I am our “cover” since I’m sitting here writing today’s poem to be sent out. That done I looked at some of the discussions I’m involved with on the censorship question. Next thing I knew – yeah you were wondering when this would happen, HAIKU!

There hung in a show
A quilt with naked women
none with penises.

Today, naked Trump
appeared in many cities
it’s art as protest

When have dangly bits
been anything other than

about fifty per cent
of earthly beings possess
male genitalia.


MB and Mom as Tourists

After a long week at work, I have some vacation. Mom and I are doing the locals-being-tourists-where-we-live thing. It started on Saturday with me taking advantage of mom’s central air to get the facing sewn down on my quilt. What a pleasure. Next up the sleeves.

Yesterday we went to the Albany Institute of History and Art which is celebrating their 225th anniversary. They had a big display of ephemera and of their wide-ranging collection and that was fun but what we went specifically to see were the mummies. They were part of our childhoods and they were still there but now they’re on the third floor rather than downstairs. We spent a lot of time looking at all the tomb objects and the writings on the sarcophagus and everything.

We did enjoy the roomful of Alexander Hamilton, the many Hudson River School paintings and well, everything. Lots and lots of local history connections.

Then we headed off for some dinner and ended up at The Olde English Pub. A nice couple gave us advice on feeding the parking meter (and I read afterwards that you better feed the meter!) Our fish and chips and my beer were great and we headed back to mom’s house quite happy.

I went off to writer’s group to try and regain my postcard poetry momentum and to choose three poems to send off for review. Mission accomplished.

Now to get ready for day two!

You can follow along at home:


How much stuff can your brain do?

I’m becoming convinced that quilting and the figuring and measuring and all that I’m doing in this part of it, knocks out whatever words might have come out of my brain. Getting anything down for today’s August Postcard Poetry Fest postcard was tough. So I wrote about this problem, LOL. Bleah, my brain is empty.

I have gotten eight lovely postcards so far, plus a bonus one from Mom sent while she was in Norwich VT (where we went for years to the Vermont Quilt Festival!). Thanks everyone! (And for the record, Mom’s postcard had a poem on the back!)

Warez MB – August Edition

Don’t you find that if you push really hard on something, you need a little downtime to get ready for the next thing? I do. Finished quilting and any day now I’m going to get going on the next part. Honest!

Yesterday I did a little painting and a little writing. Oh, and it’s the return of the August Postcard Poetry Fest. Tenth year for the Fest, third time around for me. Simple premise – sign up and get put into a group of 31 other people. You send a postcard every day to the people on the list starting with the person below you on the list and everyone else does the same. The leader of the PoPoFest would prefer that we write directly on each card and send it out as is. I’m not quite there. I write on the screen but I don’t edit. So I’m close. You can see last year’s cards up in the menu bar above.

What else. Work. Back to school. Upcoming vacay time and oh yeah better get that project done and done.

Today, this was on my doorstep!

HP and the Cursed Child

Should be fun after listening to the Silmarillion. Some parts more than once!