In the pictures are some projects I have finished recently and not so recently.
Enjoy the lime green and pink dress made from a vintage pattern. This is not for sale.
The Oz pants are for sale. I will post them at my ETSY soon.
The FUNked up coat IS for sale and works well for between seasons, like going from summer to fall or winter to spring. But you can wear it whenever you want.
What are your fiber passions? Yarn? Embroidery thread? Sewing thread? What about the smell of new fabric. I love that smell.
Hello! I am going to use this site again though I thought I had let it go. I’ve been working on new material for reading/performing in the vein of spoken word. I don’t have anything to post here at the moment, but if I can get a video of myself performing I will put it here.
I have also been creating wearable art for my ETSY store so be sure to check that out. My store is JensKnitsandPicks.
So, dream on! Welcome spring! And create and share your art.
I am reading from my book tonight at 6:30 at the Rochester Public Library.
It is on the first floor in meeting room C.
I hope to see you there and thanks for checking.
flyer for reading
Come on out and join me for a poetry reading from my book, “Make Art From Your Splattered, Scattered, Brain: My Journey Through Post-Concussion Syndrome.”
I am going to use some bongo drums for interludes, effect, and fun.
Learn about concussions, brain injuries, and the beauty of healing.
Come on out and join me for an hour to hear me read from my book and then have a discussion about brain injuries and concussions.
I am a happy brain injury survivor and it is not lost on me how lucky I am. I feel very blessed for my recovery.
I am giving these readings to raise awareness about post-concussion syndrome and to give voice to being a brain injury survivor.
Here are the dates and places I will be reading.
Thursday May 26th, 6:30 Zumbrota Public Libraray
Thursday June 30th, 6:30 Stewartville Public Library
Thursday July 21st, 6:30 Rochester Public Library
Thursday August 18, 7 pm Pine Island Public Library
I hope to see you there. And if you have a comment or a story about surviving a brain injury, please add it here.
Here is another poem that just appeared in the Rochester Post Bulletin, December 2015. It’s been a very mild winter here so far in the midwest, and even so, summer has retreated. Enjoy!
Summer Retreats (c) 2015
Corn yellows in fields
and the smell of burning wood
fills the air. Wooly caterpillars
inch their way across trails, and leaves
the color of bark, fall, and land
in my dying marigolds.
Summer retreats to the other hemisphere,
yet she’ll return suddenly
and fill the day with a sun so yellow
and such abundant warmth that we almost forget
she’s really gone, till night comes
sooner and cooler.
The turning of seasons
takes place between a chorus of crickets
and the springing leap of grasshoppers.
This is my poem in the Post Bulletin in November 2015. It’s a poem about autumn. Enjoy!
Crickets chee, chee, chee.
Summer shudders and gathers
her green before Autumn chills
yellow and orange from every leaf.
Summer is gone before Autumn
etches her name on windows
in lacy, jagged frost.
Autumn. I love this word, and I find the season to be full of beauty and creativity.
I have two poems forthcoming about the fall season in the Rochester Post-Bulletin, and I am so pleased.
What words come to your mind when you think about fall? As a collection of words, here are mine. Chill, crickets, orange, yellow, brown, cinnamon, apple, fire, turn.
Here’s wising you an inspirational fall.
I had an excellent time at the Minnesota Northwoods Writers conference this June, 2015.
I met new writer friends, connected with writers and poets, was treated to hear craft talks and readings from established authors in many genres, had time to write, and the list goes on.
This was so good! I hope you look into it if you are a writer and in need of a conference. I hope they will do it again next year.
Upon returning from this week of being immersed in writing, I have so many ideas and exercises for poetry writing, and a new authors to read and reread.
I can’t quite put how rich this experience was, but I can say this. Write on! Poetry on! Bring me more metaphor!