Kollage Kick


I’ve been on a kollage kick lately! I love getting out of my usual drawing mode for excursions in collage. Here’s a process you might like to try sometime:

1. Swipe some watercolor or acrylic around on a blank page in your sketchbook.

2. While that’s drying, choose papers in colors that echo the colors you used to paint with. I enjoy using papers I have leftover from other collage times, leaving edges the way they were cut, or shapes that are already cut a certain way. I save everything from small bits to long skinny pieces, knowing they will come in handy for future collage fun.

3. Assemble an image or just a random abstract composition of shapes as I did here.


****If you want to add words, consider how they might be arranged on the page before gluing the picture pieces down. If you’re just wanting an image, then glue all elements onto the page. I just use Elmer’s glue.

4. This time I tried something that turned out really fun: I took a page from an article about jazz music. I just cut out random words I liked. Then I assembled them into a phrase I liked, adding in other letters from magazines to complete the sentence. This was much like the magnetic words we have on our fridge. We get to assemble them into any kind of poem, prose, joke or riddle we want to. Here’s the phrase I ended up with:

“The music itself is a response…an evolution of what jazzes us!”

This certainly was a page that evolved with all kinds of things that “jazz” me: color, papers, textures, words. It’s a true axiom for visual art as well as for music. We respond on paper, canvas, or instrument, allowing what we love to evolve.

May your day be filled with creative responses to what you love!

Words On A Line


So I was out a ‘walking

Sounds like the start of one of my other poems, but really and truly, these things happen while I’m on my walks! Crazy, huh? I got the idea to publish a little book of rhyming words by thinking about the question: What would I title a book of poetry if I was ever crazy enough to publish one?

And as I’m walking, I get this image in my head of words strung on a line, like bunting, or birds on a wire, or Christmas lights…and off it went from there:

So. That’s how the title came about, with a poem attached to it. This may seem really silly to you, but I think of these little rhyming poems as presents … little gifts I get, plopped into my head with a ribbon around it and a tag that says–just for you. πŸ™‚

Words On a Line

Here strung are words
in rhythm and rhyme.
Like bunting or birds
or lights so fine.
They flutter and flap
twinkle, entwine.
Intended to map
and celebrate time.
I, who write them,
follow their line …
Finding a gem
in the rough to refine.
They lead me on
each word a sign.
Where to go next
or simply resign.



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Oh Dear



Oh dear.


Oh dear. Oh dear. They are tumbling out.

In the face of this army, I frightfully rout.


Yet running straight into their arms I pout.

I wield my pen and start flailing about.


Grabbing word after word as if fishing for trout

In hopes that a poem eventually will sprout.


I cannot outrun them, caught by their hook and line.

I set them before meβ€”a meal of rhythm and rhyme.


I must like it, this yearly assault.

For I succumb more easily each time.





Well. It’s happening again. This past week, everywhere I went, on my walks, in the car, words in my head. Oi! So I sat down to write them this morning, in the quiet and slowness of this Saturday. I’m thankful for Saturdays like this. They are rare. But it allows me to finally get down on paper the things that have been banging around in my head. Do you have this happen to you?

So. Four of them tumbled out. Just for fun, I’ll share them with you here, one at a time. I do not, would not, could not ever consider myself a poet. I think of them as strokes of paint on a page, sketches, dashed off, haphazard, and unpolished. Just for fun!

If you’re interested, there are other so-called poems of mine here in a category titled Poetry. Scroll through them to read other times when rhyming words assail me. It seems to be around the fall/winter of each year. Oh dear.:)