I’m at the halfway point of the poetry seminary I’m taking. It’s consuming more of my time than I expected so I’ve not been very active here.
I have had some time at the scroll saw and here’s where I am on that:

and those are my feet as I didn’t frame this correctly. I think have about 7 hours left of work. I’ve been finding that I can cut about one inch of pattern per hour or about 10 holes.
I’ve started my next poetry collection and have six poems at first draft stage. The plan is to write 20-40 poems. I do have some older poems that I might rewrite for this collection. Here’s a fragment of one I’m working on:
Stand in the meadow,
in an afternoon wind,
on the bridge between,
turn your head to hear the whooshing
hollow air of memory.
Breath in thin clean air,
but close your eyes
so you don’t see the fly fishermen
and remember that grandfather
died before you could learn to cast a line through air.
Well, that’s it for this week. If you need me, the cat is asking for treats and I’ll be in the kitchen.
