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Friday, August 30, 2024

#DebbieMStrangeBookmarkGratitudeProject, 2023-2024

To mark my tenth year of publishing (2013-2023), I made over 200 bookmarks and sent them to editors around the world who have been supportive of my work. I used a variety of techniques for this labour of love, such as collage, painting, mono-printing, or photography from my abstract series, "The Poetry of Light" (all the images from this exhibition can be accessed under the exhibition tab of this blog).

I am forever grateful for all the encouragement I have received over the years. Though I've been writing songs, stories, and poetry since childhood, I didn't start taking it "seriously" until my first haiku acceptance from the esteemed poet, an'ya, which changed the course of my writing life.

I have dedicated five hours a day to writing and making art over the course of this last decade. This daily meditative practice has helped mitigate the debilitating effects of chronic illness, allowing me focus on joy rather than pain!

Thousands of my poems and artworks have now been published in hundreds of journals internationally and translated into many languages, and several books of my work have been released. This journey has enriched my life beyond measure, and has exceeded my wildest dreams!

I couldn't have done any of this without the staunch support of my husband, family, friends, and the global community of short-form poets who welcomed me into the fold. There are not enough words to convey my gratitude and love. I am indeed blessed!


(note: please click on the image to enlarge it for better clarity)
 

Monday, February 19, 2024

The Bamboo Hut, Number 1, February 2024

Delighted to have the following artworks selected for this issue. My thanks to the editor, Steve Wilkinson!




 

Saturday, September 30, 2023

Sunday, October 16, 2022

The Bamboo Hut, Number 2, October 2022

My thanks to the editor, Steve Wilkinson, for including the following two of my "weirdling" artworks for this issue:




 

Friday, July 02, 2021

The Bamboo Hut, Number 2, 2021

small(holding)


crab-apple wine
the dance floor dad built
in the orchard

the scent of hay
wafts over our pasture . . .
we breathe deeply

wheat gum
our laugh lines etched
with dust

a slice of moon
dangles from the auger . . .
rusty combine

barren fields
the scattered bones
of our farm

the jangle
of a tin roof leaving home . . .
desolate prairie 









Tuesday, October 18, 2016

VerseWrights, 2016



The Bamboo Hut, Autumn 2016

believing
you were my bellwether
I followed
every footstep sinking
deeper into the mire


where are you
my fair-weather friend
have you left
for sunnier climes
grown weary of my rain


at the first
slow swell of violins
these tears
that seep into my mouth
and quench my thirst


inheriting
her jewellery chest
I wonder
about the secrets
she had yet to tell


calluses
on my fingertips
musical scars
that bleed every time
I strum our duet


at the base
of this volcano
cinnabar
our pilgrim cheeks blaze
with revelation


don't sell me
anti-ageing creams
the lines
upon this canvas
my life's masterstrokes


over time
every mountain
sinks back
into the ocean
as must we all





Thursday, September 03, 2015

Hedgerow Poems, Number 44, August 2015

Part 4 of the Resident Artist Collection...


The Altered Reality Series


I have a lot of fun enhancing my photographs with a variety of digital techniques. This gives me double the creative pleasure and helps to extend the reach of the original works...




Runner-up, British Haiku Society Tanka Awards, 2014/15
Soft Thunder Anthology, 2015




3rd Place, United Haiku and Tanka Society Second Annual "AHA" Awards, 2014
Cattails, May 2014
Forthcoming collection, "A Year Unfolding", from Folded Words in 2016




Moonbathing, Issue 11, Fall/Winter 2014




Honourable Mention, World Tanka Competition, 2013
Lyrical Passion Poetry E-zine, October 2013




Undertow Tanka Review, Issue 1, August 2014


Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Hedgerow Poems, Number 43, August 2015

Part 3 of the Resident Artist Collection...


The White Spaces Series


I love the sense of mystery surrounding white spaces in art. These iPad sketches are not meant to be realistic portrayals, but rather, a means for the viewer to fill in the blanks...





Gems, An Anthology of Haiku, Senryu and Sedoka, 2014



Red Lights, Volume 11, Number 2, June 2015



Sketch only, Winner of The Heron's Nest 2014 Illustration Contest (front cover)
Haiga published in Cattails, September 2014



Ribbons, Volume 10, Number 2, Spring/Summer 2014




Honourable Mention, Yuki Teikei Haiku Society, Tokutomi Haiku Contest, 2014



Thursday, August 20, 2015

Hedgerow Poems, Number 42, August 2015

Part 2 of the Resident Artist Collection...


The Watercolour Series


I am drawn to the serenity of watercolours. These original photographs were digitally manipulated in order to create painterly effects...





Honourable Mention, Haiku Canada Betty Drevniok Award 2015




GUSTS, Number 21, Spring/Summer 2015




A Hundred Gourds, Issue 4:2, March 2015




Atlas Poetica, Number 20, February 2015




Acorn, Number 34, Spring 2015





Monday, August 10, 2015

Hedgerow Poems, Number 41, August 2015

I am grateful to Caroline Skanne for inviting me to be the "resident artist" for the next four weekly issues of hedgerow: a journal of small poems. She has always been supportive of my endeavours, and her editorial and artistic skills in the production of more than 40 issues of this journal are remarkable!


The Glass Series


I am always entranced by the magic of light. In this series of photographs, I tried to capture the play of light through glass in a minimalistic manner...



Bright Stars, Volume 1, January 2014




Inner Art Journal, February 2014




LYNX, Issue 28:3, October 2013




Cattails, September 2014




All the Shells, Tanka Society of America Members' Anthology, 2014





Saturday, July 25, 2015

Undertow Tanka Review, Issue 6, July 2015

they teased me
when I was a girl
my voice
deeper than any boy's
my chest full of thunder


a spoonful
of nuclear medicine
bittersweet
too late to save my brothers
not too late to heal the world


that phone call
all those years ago
I still see
a serpent writhing
between her fingers


the breath
of a chimney hangs
in the frosty air
so many questions
you left unanswered


an old friend
unable to say the words
hands me a note
tissue-thin and faded
he thinks he might be gay