thursday 31 december

midnight fireworks —
the sky is supposed to clear
for the blue moon

wednesday 30 december

winter walk
my breath
fogs up the view

tuesday 29 december

bare branches
with snowberries
a game
of connect-the-dots

monday 28 december

O Night...

thoughts touching

And Hearts tangling,

stretching

once more
connected


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Today's OED word of the day that was the basis for the erasure poem is 'tenter.'

sunday 27 december

late december sun
casting long shadows
at noon

saturday 26 december

december sunshine —
next to frost-blackened leaves
snowberries gleam

friday 25 december

december sunshine
in Seattle the only
gift required

thursday 24 december

creeksong
in sunshine
a perfect
Christmas carol

wednesday 23 december

                   endings
beginnings endings
                          be

tuesday 22 december

the wind
&
white
feathers

for getting earth

in the
Wild
holy places.

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Today's OED word of the day for the erasure poem was 'pill.'

monday 21 december

first winter night —
the waxing crescent moon holds
all the light there is

sunday 20 december

alabaster
stars

Compelling a
contemplation of
desire

or perhaps
Hope

…there's no way of telling


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On this remarkable 60° day, the OED word of the day for this erasure poem was 'zoned.'

saturday 19 december

december mist —
once again the world
is flat

friday 18 december

three ladies laughing
about the same decibels
as the crows cawing

thursday 17 december

"How are you?"
"Not as good as you, " I smile,
seeing the joint passed

wednesday 16 december

A North-window is best for
Verse &
rain

the silvery rafters of
cloud

like a long, low
Notion of the vast Extensiveness of

(No one knows for certain)

Love

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The OED word of the day is 'cellar.'

tuesday 15 december

sprinkles —
even the word tastes happy
in your mouth

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This 'industrial strength' collection of every sprinkle color you could want is at the Sugar Rush Baking Co. Their mini cupcakes are too sweet for words.

monday 14 december

A place
itself alone, in
gloomy-mountain'd

woods.

Haven't you a fancy for that

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The OED word of the day is mere - the verb! That was a new one on me. In case you're curious: To mark out (land) as regards its boundaries.

sunday 13 december

creaking wood floors —
the labyrinthine bookstore
busy too late

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Today's Seattle Sketchcrawl was at Elliott Bay Book Co., one of no doubt many "tributes" to come, as it prepares to move out of Pioneer Square in March. Seattle book lovers warily await its reincarnation in an old Ford dealership on Capital Hill next spring.

What better place to sketch than the Travel Loft?

saturday 12 december

mid-december
afternoon sun creates
a zebra crossing

friday 11 december

scraggly weeds
given in love —
crimson bouquet


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There you have it: the 16th century Mexican legend of poinsettias in 11 syllables.

thursday 10 december

crossing
( in various senses)

from autumn to winter

the mysterious

(How Far can you Go? )
may
comfort

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Today's erasure poem again courtesy of the OED word of the day: transit. (I tried one yesterday, but give me a break: probiotic!?!?)

wednesday 9 december

creeksong
shatters the stillness

tuesday 8 december

20 degrees —
the Michelin Men
have invaded

monday 7 december

wood and metal
unlabeled sculpture
stands in the bay

sunday 6 december

thirty-four degrees —
the forced abstraction of
drawing with gloves on

saturday 5 december

drawing jam --
jockeying for easel space
near the nude model


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Today was the 10th Annual Drawing Jam at Gage Academy. Last year 1,000 people came to draw, paint, sculpt and print with live models, music and food from 10am to 10pm. Had to have been at least that many today. It was a crazy scene!

friday 4 december

december —
sinking deep
into the earth

thursday 3 december

sun salutations
on a crystal clear
December day

wednesday 2 december

in the rosy dawn
the moon doesn't set so much
as it dissolves

tuesday 1 december

still a thrill after
seven hundred instances —
full moon rising

monday 30 november

The whole question of the date is difficult.

hope mixed with Evening
a blessed absence

It is not simply November.

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This erasure is again from the OED. The word of the day is tartan.

sunday 29 november

wooden bridge
muted
footsteps
(almost) laughter

In honor of the 100th day of this blog, an erasure poem (a form I learned from Jen Bervin at a recent Seattle Center for Book Arts workshop) from today's OED word of the day: mute.

saturday 28 november

a tiny stream
laughing its way
down the hillside

friday 27 november

late november —
under a big blue sky
seeing double

thursday 26 november

Happy Thanksgiving
to family, friends,
followers ... and you lurkers too!

Sketched in the romantically named Park T-107, along the Duwamish River (I'm gonna have to speak with Seattle Parks & Rec...).

wednesday 25 november

along the road
blackberry bushes
have lost their sting

tuesday 24 november

late autumn gold —
framing by mother nature

monday 23 november

wondering if
Calder walked a lot
in late November

sunday 22 november

november creek
sculpting rock

saturday 21 november

under glass —
Shanghai chrysanthemums
with poetry names

Right inside the door of the conservatory were off-white mums with pale rose tips. Their name was translated: cherry blossoms under the silver moonlight

friday 20 november

layered landscape —
november glazed over
october gold

thursday 19 november

if in the silence
you can stand still long enough
the song begins again

wednesday 18 november

under the bridge
a pot of gold —
november maple

tuesday 17 november

dilated eyes
watching the clouds roll in
with profound relief

monday 16 november

cold november wind
the crows fight
to maintain their perch

sunday 15 november

november —
"bad" weather for a walk
is just a label

saturday 14 november

mid-november
bristle brush skyline

friday 13 november

on a dark day
a ray of sunshine stripes
the horizon white

thursday 12 november

per capita
the most sunglasses are sold
in Seattle