Thursday, August 18, 2011

Ongoing work

A portion of a quilt that I am working on.  I expect that it will take several years to finish as I am stitching it completely by hand and I am hoping to have this be big enough to fit a queen sized bed.  Stubbs kitty likes it.

Kitty Yoshida City Girl collection.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Dream of Space

I love all-things vintage sci-fi, especially work from the 1950s and early 1960s. Much of my own writing is inspired by old sci-fi movies, books, and art.

Today, instead of posting a new poem I would like to share one of my favorite blogs.
Dream of Space is a beautiful collection of space-related print media marketed to children. The archives contain wonderful artwork about visions of space travel and adventures on other planets - some serious and scholarly, others pure flights of fancy. I hope that you will take some time to enjoy this blog.

Somewhat related...

At some point in the 1980s, I remember reading a futuristic short story about two children who find a book in storage. The children grew up reading on electronic screens and had never seen a book before. The story is about the children discovering the process of reading the printed word. It was written at the point when home computers were starting to become readily available - though at the time electronic transmission of information was still limited and it would be another decade before Internet access for the common consumer would be marketable. I don't remember the name of the story, but it still sticks with me today. Every time I see a Kindle or a Nook I think about that short story and I smile.

"The visions we offer our children shape the future. It matters what those visions are. Often they become self-fulfilling prophecies. Dreams are maps" Carl Sagan, 1994

Thursday, August 4, 2011


after that we
            talked about
        glossy lipstick
                              like revelation

      sitting on the
           under the trees
        lining main street

                   he described
                            the formality
     of old town issues
                   and the tightness of

not that it matters
             when the scenery
          shines brilliantly
    under the blue glow
         of hotel neon lights