Sorry to be silent for so long. New photos and writing coming up.
Sometimes I feel lost in the universe. Gosh, we have the Persid (sp?) showers starting and here I am on my little farm all alone with my dog. The neighbours saw a UFO hovering the other night for 3 hours. … Continue reading
Three years ago, on the morning of my birthday, I woke up, sat on the edge of my bed and looked in the floor length mirror opposite. I couldn’t see my head. Where it should have been was a big … Continue reading
A tribute to my grandmother Old woman, Sucking cigarette smoke Into leathered lungs. Do you know When you suck Your lips disappear? Old woman, I see your fingers Yellow brown. Do you know Two fingernails are brown? Old woman, I … Continue reading
I don’t want to go to my final resting place in a black hearse. I want to go in a spring wagon with a frivolity of red and yellow ribands and a pony-paced jangle.
1. The last carrots lie Gaudy jewels Against the green grass 2. Swallow feathers in the aisle Tabby cat grooming My barn grieves 3. Here you come trailing porcupine noise. Holes in my space.
An excerpt from my diary describing a kind of physical coming of age. I’m stiff and sore, can hardly move, bruises down my side, pain permeating sleep nudging me awake. Strung fence yesterday – page wire along the cedar rail … Continue reading
About transformations of many kinds: mathematical, social, physical and others.
Mary Wood, Artist 