Not sure if I'm good at birthin' no babies but prepping a poetry/colouring book takes much attention to detail that feels akin to labour. There's lots of pushing and panting. Lots of focus. Lots of patience necessary. But I'm hoping to allow you a first impression soon...Happy weekend!

Full immersion in master crafts and ancient skills – in short, history – through words, art and photography is a gift. Another way of understanding the past and knowing the present. What is lost can be found…
A Poetry/Colouring Book
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Don't think I don't know
standing there in brown beds 
of frost-soft hostas
what faded is.
Hands burdened by the last tomatoes.
Cucs, eggplant and musty summer squash.
All memory-on-tongue. The roses gone.

It's in the air. Crisp-apple-tart
and sunsets' pumpkin-celebrations
when the rains don't ice-needle
the day away...

Too soon cold-so-cold
it can't be shirked off
will worm into our bones
and we'll crave fire, the good book,
tea, a strong pick-me-up for sleep
and dream of wild raspberries'
​juice of summer.