Turns out I make poetry, too...

Dumb Supper
by B. Burke

Where goes the love accumulated?
Where goes the dying light?
Will we gathered here together
remembering tonight

take lost loved ones by the hand
where the veil is thin?
Will candles bright and welcoming
draw them steady in?

Pull the chair out, fill the glass,
and wait with me a spell
to see if love surviving death
will here a while dwell.


Blessed Samhain, everyone!

Dia de los Muertos

Skulls for decorating...very excited (per usual) for Day of the Dead...

Good smells and bad diseases...

I made an item for a raffle to sponsor a marathon team at work. They're running to support The Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. It's a custom velvet box stuffed with Imp's Ears (perfume samples) from the ever enigmatic and wonderful Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab. Most of the vials (and the full bottle) were donated by the overwhelmingly generous folks at BPAL.org (as well as a hefty handful of Lab postcards, pens, stickers, and magnets that I put in a matching velvet bag).






















Just when I think the world is crappy cakes covered in crap coulis, here comes a whole plethora of hope. You know, that stuff Obama keeps talking about...

I'm Reminded of Yarn

My first attempt at wheel spinning. A bloody mess, but I can easily imagine a new addiction.

New Spinning Wheel!!!

ashford
Here's my lovely loaner spinning wheel (thanks Dana!). She's been in storage a while so needs a little tidying and a replacement part, but she'll soon be whirring away. I imagine a little spinning will take my mind off the omnipresent sight of Sarah Palin's giant floating head...