Saturday, August 29, 2009


About the time I feel I have dealt with all the ghosts of my past. something comes along and the door flies open, and out the phantoms come flying. they swirl around. reminding me and taunting me, saying are you sure we are harmless now?
I become overwhelmed again. Why can't you leave me alone? I am an adult now, I am a different person now. Go away!! I left you behind.
Yes, but you have not really faced us to deal with us.
Yes I have. Those things are no longer relevant, Everyone who caused me pain, and grief, are gone and can no longer touch me.
And still, I cannot seem to put them to rest. to convince myself, all of what went on in the past, is, IN the past. It's gone. Done. There is nothing to be done about it. I live here. This my home now. Has been since I left my birth home. That place holds nothing for me.
My true home was my Mom and Dad. But, they are now two plots in a different town. That is where their bodies are. Their souls are free to go and do what they will. I feel them frequently. Mom can check on me more easily now.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009


Francoise- 12" F.G. reproduction French fashion doll. friend for my wax fashion, Willowby.
She is same size and can wear the same clothes.
This is an evening gown made of silk-metallic crinkle gauze in a light pink. also called" twinkle gauze. The gown is trimmed with a metallic lace. A two-piece style. Very common for the 1870's era. The gown is lined with pink silk tissue taffeta.
Willowby has an extensive wardrobe, so I purchased a couple of extra dolls to help display the clothing.

Sunday, August 16, 2009


TOMATOES!!!!!!!!!!!! and strawberries-sort of.

Saturday, August 15, 2009


It has been a rotten summer. I am just not feeling well enough to write. To be all bright and perky, and entertaining. Besides, no one is interested in someone else's bad times. Boring.
Besides, I just had an emotional melt down the other night, life does get to me sometimes, no matter how optimistic I am.

Thursday, August 13, 2009


Mamma Mia has been on HBO this month. I wasn't sure if I wanted to watch it. At first seemed like a lot of silly nonsense.
Turns out, it's about the best movie I've seen in ages. Sweet, Mother-daughter movie, love story, girl buddy . And the music is wonderfully performed. Everything fits nicely. ABBA music is classic.
At first, I didn't watch it through, I only watched in pieces, to see what it was about and if it was worth it. After five previews, I sat and watched it through from the beginning to the end. I read books the same way.

Thursday, August 6, 2009


I was just reading the news from the town where the Jr. college I went to is. People are moving up there to try to get away from the crime in the cities. What they don't realize, they are taking it with them. Their kids were the Vandals. And drugs had moved in up the twenty years ago. My brother says there isn't a woman or girl that hasn't gotten hooked. He just stopped looking for a girl friend.
He has a female friend or two, from long ago. But, He just goes without. Safer that way.
An old acquaintance of mine from up there, told me that pot farms have been found way up in the Cascades forest where my Dad used get the timber for our sawmill. Now, that is scary as all h---. Boy, I'd never be able to go for the long walks in the woods by myself that I used to. Some one try that now, they likely could by shot by a marijuana gang member.
I just found out from my cousin Avis that our cousin Audrey and her husband went to Idaho, looking for a safe clean place. But, well, the drug gangs moved up there during the early 1990's. The Law was having an awful time adjusting. No, the gangs won.
Things will only change when the people can be made to realize, drugs are poison. And totally unnecessary. Education is the only thing that will change this situation.

Sunday, August 2, 2009


I couldn't believe it. I found my old textbook we used when I was studying poetry at USJ. I was glad to find I had kept it. I gave away and sold so many of my books over the years.
I also discovered that my poetry is very influenced by Chinese and Japanese styles. Their images are so spare and evocative of what they want to say. The images are so clear, with only the use of a few words.
Very different from English poetry.
Another influence to my poetry, is: e.e. cummings. All in small letters and the letters dance around or across the page. stunning.
I also use popular music for some of the rhythms. Music helps with finding the words to rhyme. That is left over from my square dancing days.
I have not written much poetry lately though. No inspiration.
Anyway, if you can find this book or one similar, it will be a very good reference to help you understand how to compose your poetry.