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Month: January 2019

Posted on January 31, 2019January 31, 2019

Daily Haiku, January 30, 2019

We were fans back when /
her music sang from cassettes /
worn thin by our love. /

Posted on January 30, 2019January 30, 2019

Daily Haiku, January 29, 2019

Weak flesh coerced by dogs /
into the cold day. Inhale. /
Suddenly grateful. /

Posted on January 29, 2019January 31, 2019

Illustrated haiku from 1-27-19

Terrier’s keen nose /
burrows under the felled branch. /
Mice flee rustling leaves.

Pencil and pen drawing that I touched up on the computer.

Posted on January 29, 2019January 29, 2019

Daily Haiku, January 28, 2019

Horizon deep red /
bleached to a shallow pink when /
seen through a phone’s lens

Posted on January 28, 2019January 28, 2019

Daily Haiku, January 27, 2019

Sand deepens my steps /
As dusk’s eyelids close softly /
Obscuring footprints

Posted on January 27, 2019January 31, 2019

Illustrated hearth haiku

One of my daily haiku from 1/21/19

A hearth is warmer /
with a dog or two in front /
for the heart thaws, too.

Pencil and pen drawing that I touched up on the computer.

Posted on January 27, 2019January 31, 2019

Illustrated dragon haiku

One of my daily haiku from 1/21/19

She roars her passage
this wind dragon, breathing ice
buffeting the house.

Pencil and pen drawing that I touched up on the computer.

Posted on January 27, 2019January 27, 2019

Daily Haiku, January 26, 2019

Envy the dog’s rest, /
sprawled, limp with abandon, flat /
across my hearth rug /

Posted on January 26, 2019January 26, 2019

Daily Haiku, January 25, 2019

Cracked empty acorns  /
crunch. Twig crackle punctuates. /
Walking under oaks.

Posted on January 25, 2019January 25, 2019

Daily Haiku, January 24, 2019

Planks of scrap wood span /
boot-printed slick mud. /
I hop to the door. /

Posted on January 24, 2019January 24, 2019

Daily Haiku, January 23, 2019

News of your son’s death /
grips me with how much time’s passed /
since we daily talked /

Posted on January 23, 2019January 24, 2019

Daily Haiku, January 22, 3019

Damp, sullen, firewood, /
smoldering, rebukes the flame /
though coaxed with kindling /

Posted on January 22, 2019January 21, 2019

Daily Haiku, January 21, 2019

The door resists as /
I venture out to get wood. /
The cold pushes back

Posted on January 21, 2019January 22, 2019

Daily haikus, January 20, 2019


We paused at the bridge. /
The brook, storm drunk, careened by /
jostling its banks


and


Twisted blueberry /
swathed in lichen’s pale glow and /
memories of fruit

Posted on January 20, 2019January 21, 2019

Daily Haiku, January 19, 2019

Plonk, plunk, ka-plonk. Tossed, /
they thwak, tumble, settle, /
growing my wood pile.

Whisper snow rattles /
pressing low the chimney smoke /
to spice its soft kiss

Posted on January 19, 2019January 21, 2019

Daily Haiku, January 18, 2019

A skeletal woods /
reveal the island’s contours: /
dimples, hills and stones

Posted on January 18, 2019January 21, 2019

Daily Haiku, January 17, 2019

Wrinkled skin apple /
Tough to bite, but sweet inside /
Mouth full of flavor

Posted on January 17, 2019January 21, 2019

Daily Haiku, January 16, 2019

A new log splitter /
All assembled and ready! /
Push start. Nothing runs.

Posted on January 16, 2019January 21, 2019

Daily Haiku, January 15, 2019

I poked my own eye /
while putting on my glasses. /
It was the left one.

Posted on January 15, 2019January 21, 2019

Daily Haiku, January 14, 2019

The clock pulls my gaze. /
Again. Again. Is it still /
too early for bed? /

Posted on January 14, 2019January 21, 2019

Daily Haiku, January 13, 2019

The vacuum rumbles /
The dogs bark and dart and nip /
Fighting their dragon /

Posted on January 13, 2019January 21, 2019

Daily Haiku, January 12, 2019

Holding breath, I stand /
To witness you chainsawing /
Until the tree falls

Posted on January 12, 2019January 21, 2019

Daily Sketch, January 11, 2019

Winter’s long shadows /
Crisscrossing the sun’s cold gaze /
Warming with pattern /

Posted on January 11, 2019January 21, 2019

Daily Haiku, January 10, 2019

When far daughter calls /
For website help and to chat /
My heart grows larger /

Posted on January 10, 2019January 21, 2019

Daily Haiku, January 9, 2019

A sharp sickle moon, /
Each step, flirts through dark branches /
Cold stars pinned above /

Posted on January 9, 2019January 21, 2019

Daily Haiku, January 8, 2019

Hurrah! Postman, Jack!

With a twinkle and chatter

You brighten the day

Posted on January 8, 2019January 21, 2019

Daily Haiku, January 7, 2019

The sun is slanting
Quick! Get the dog’s harness on
One more walk by dusk

Posted on January 7, 2019January 21, 2019

Daily Haiku, January 6, 2019

Winter beach sunset
My hand’s cold but your palm’s warm
Pair of swans fly by

Posted on January 6, 2019January 8, 2019

Daily Haiku, January 6, 2019

Lousy day wiped away
By a night of live music
Chilmark Potluck Jam

Posted on January 5, 2019January 8, 2019

Daily Haiku, January 5, 2019

Heat from the wood stove
Caresses my face – warms bones
Like summer day’s sun

Posted on January 4, 2019January 8, 2019

Daily Haiku, January 4, 2019

Driving to Cronigs
Phone on lap – Ping! Ping! Ping!
Trying not to look

Posted on January 3, 2019January 8, 2019

Daily Haiku, January 3, 2019

Three moms meet by chance
Long ago soccer field friends
Now their sons grown men

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One of my finished masks and a work in progress. 😊

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I am thrilled and honored to be included with my husband @madpottermv and our sculpture trail @islandfolkpottery in this beautiful compilation showcasing various creative folk on Martha’s Vineyard. Thank you @twislandgirl @amandabenchley @elizabeth.cecil The book is breathtaking #vineyardfolk

I am thrilled and honored to be included with my husband @madpottermv and our sculpture trail @islandfolkpottery in this beautiful compilation showcasing various creative folk on Martha’s Vineyard. Thank you @twislandgirl @amandabenchley @elizabeth.cecil The book is breathtaking #vineyardfolk ...

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Spring in my neighborhood. 💕

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Spring window. This is a photo but doesn’t it look painterly? Chilmark, MA

Spring window. This is a photo but doesn’t it look painterly? Chilmark, MA ...

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We said goodbye to Frankie today. 💔 I wrote this poem about him several weeks ago.
The Old Dog
by Heather Goff
03/01/23

The old dog trusts blindly 
bumping into walls 
stuck in corners
until I gently set him right.

18 months gone
his family moving overseas
he joined us
the forgotten puzzle piece
shaped by years to fill their needs
dropped off at a strange house
now the odd one out
welcomed with my sigh of resignation.

Fed and walked with my dogs
he felt for a fit
sunning on the summer deck
by the winter wood stove, 
out of the way at first 
then gradually underfoot
tripped over more often than not.

The months ground his age up a year 
and again
clouding his eyes dark
distilling him to knobby bone
bowed like the uncomfortable arch of the grave, 
his gait marionette stiff.

His dependency looped strings to me
tugging my attention:
first the steps to outside,
then the cycle of diapers washed and dried,
stretching soft fleece over his cold frame,
each new task another hook in my chest.

Now the dark hour before dawn,
I lift him cradled to my breast 
safe from the resentful nips
of the sleeping host.

And carry him outside
standing vigil 
as he presses his back legs down
a stream of liquid staining the ground
then curls further to eliminate
before wide turning
a boat adrift from its mooring 
to face the steps.

Entering the house
I gather him close
whispering in his deafness 
that I recognize his goodness
and refastening his diaper
I take a moment to rub spine and ears
Then turn to climb back to my slumber
as he circles once and collapses onto his bed.

For how can I not love
the one who needs so much
yet asks for nothing.

We said goodbye to Frankie today. 💔 I wrote this poem about him several weeks ago.
The Old Dog
by Heather Goff
03/01/23

The old dog trusts blindly
bumping into walls
stuck in corners
until I gently set him right.

18 months gone
his family moving overseas
he joined us
the forgotten puzzle piece
shaped by years to fill their needs
dropped off at a strange house
now the odd one out
welcomed with my sigh of resignation.

Fed and walked with my dogs
he felt for a fit
sunning on the summer deck
by the winter wood stove,
out of the way at first
then gradually underfoot
tripped over more often than not.

The months ground his age up a year
and again
clouding his eyes dark
distilling him to knobby bone
bowed like the uncomfortable arch of the grave,
his gait marionette stiff.

His dependency looped strings to me
tugging my attention:
first the steps to outside,
then the cycle of diapers washed and dried,
stretching soft fleece over his cold frame,
each new task another hook in my chest.

Now the dark hour before dawn,
I lift him cradled to my breast
safe from the resentful nips
of the sleeping host.

And carry him outside
standing vigil
as he presses his back legs down
a stream of liquid staining the ground
then curls further to eliminate
before wide turning
a boat adrift from its mooring
to face the steps.

Entering the house
I gather him close
whispering in his deafness
that I recognize his goodness
and refastening his diaper
I take a moment to rub spine and ears
Then turn to climb back to my slumber
as he circles once and collapses onto his bed.

For how can I not love
the one who needs so much
yet asks for nothing.
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I don’t know if any of you are like me but when I am confronted with a blank store-bought pad of expensive paper, I freeze up and that’s why I’ve always been so much more comfortable experimenting and working on craft paper or cut-up paper bags even because it just allows me to release. 

I revisited a daily practice over a month ago of drawing and experimenting everyday in a journal  and I made myself a junk Journal out of cardboard and craft paper, just to give myself freedom to do whatever I want and not worry about wasting expensive precious supplies. 

It’s been so fantastic and liberating, I’m really grateful and I’m hoping to continue every day just doing something in the journal because I think it’s helping massage those creative muscles and helping me improve my drawing as well. I’m amazed how often I need reminding about the importance of a daily practice.

I don’t know if any of you are like me but when I am confronted with a blank store-bought pad of expensive paper, I freeze up and that’s why I’ve always been so much more comfortable experimenting and working on craft paper or cut-up paper bags even because it just allows me to release.

I revisited a daily practice over a month ago of drawing and experimenting everyday in a journal and I made myself a junk Journal out of cardboard and craft paper, just to give myself freedom to do whatever I want and not worry about wasting expensive precious supplies.

It’s been so fantastic and liberating, I’m really grateful and I’m hoping to continue every day just doing something in the journal because I think it’s helping massage those creative muscles and helping me improve my drawing as well. I’m amazed how often I need reminding about the importance of a daily practice.
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February and March on the island are very introspective times. Donald Nitche runs a bimonthly poetry drop-in via zoom in the winter with the help of a grant from the Martha’s Vineyard Cultural Council and our local libraries and I had the good fortune to join the mid February session. It opened a flood gate of poems in me, and here is one of them. 

THE REAR VIEW MIRROR

I look up from the road’s curve,
rimmed with stone walls, leaning trees,
and history
 
to see your bumper in my rear-view mirror,
muscled as a bully,
the proud logo centered.
 
And I wish you wouldn’t. 
crowd and push me faster
with your impatience.
 
Don’t you realize how hard I’ve worked at slowing down? on these country lanes in this small community,
 
the struggle to unclench lists of expectations propelling me always past the now,
to fight free of the hurry-up current 
and find the quiet, unique, drift 
of a hometown,
 
to look up, allowing my gaze to be an invitation,
and listen for the layered notes of the story outside my head -
a shared harmony.
 
to notice that connection is as necessary and profound as breath.
 
I am opening a space inside myself, expansive enough to hold us all, 
with room for conversation and kindness,
for messiness and reverence, 
a cathedral of stillness and wonder.
 
Please do not hurry me.
I am going the speed limit. 
 
Heather Goff

February and March on the island are very introspective times. Donald Nitche runs a bimonthly poetry drop-in via zoom in the winter with the help of a grant from the Martha’s Vineyard Cultural Council and our local libraries and I had the good fortune to join the mid February session. It opened a flood gate of poems in me, and here is one of them.

THE REAR VIEW MIRROR

I look up from the road’s curve,
rimmed with stone walls, leaning trees,
and history
 
to see your bumper in my rear-view mirror,
muscled as a bully,
the proud logo centered.
 
And I wish you wouldn’t.
crowd and push me faster
with your impatience.
 
Don’t you realize how hard I’ve worked at slowing down? on these country lanes in this small community,
 
the struggle to unclench lists of expectations propelling me always past the now,
to fight free of the hurry-up current
and find the quiet, unique, drift
of a hometown,
 
to look up, allowing my gaze to be an invitation,
and listen for the layered notes of the story outside my head -
a shared harmony.
 
to notice that connection is as necessary and profound as breath.
 
I am opening a space inside myself, expansive enough to hold us all,
with room for conversation and kindness,
for messiness and reverence,
a cathedral of stillness and wonder.
 
Please do not hurry me.
I am going the speed limit.
 
Heather Goff
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Mar 4

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Yesterday, I did a quick watercolor study of what I saw when this young girl held her kitten - today, I attempted to draw what I felt when I saw her holding her kitten.

Yesterday, I did a quick watercolor study of what I saw when this young girl held her kitten - today, I attempted to draw what I felt when I saw her holding her kitten. ...

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A quick watercolor and ink sketch of Bill and the dogs. My pack. 💕💕

A quick watercolor and ink sketch of Bill and the dogs. My pack. 💕💕 ...

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Feb 28

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I set up one of our outdoor folding tables next to the wood stove and when I sit at it, I feel like I’m sitting in a cafe somewhere. It’s been a great spot to write and sketch. 😊

I set up one of our outdoor folding tables next to the wood stove and when I sit at it, I feel like I’m sitting in a cafe somewhere. It’s been a great spot to write and sketch. 😊 ...

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Feb 27

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My eldest granddaughter stayed with us for her school break and her sisters and mom joined her for the weekend. I had a lovely week of baking, UNO, and sketching young models.

My eldest granddaughter stayed with us for her school break and her sisters and mom joined her for the weekend. I had a lovely week of baking, UNO, and sketching young models. ...

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Feb 6

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Bill and Ossian - inspired by a lovely walk we had with the dogs this afternoon. 💕

Bill and Ossian - inspired by a lovely walk we had with the dogs this afternoon. 💕 ...

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Feb 2

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Linoleum cut. My Covid/winter hair style.

Linoleum cut. My Covid/winter hair style. ...

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Some incredibly talented customers of mine built a cocktail table and inset some of my painterly tile series in it!! 😊

Some incredibly talented customers of mine built a cocktail table and inset some of my painterly tile series in it!! 😊 ...

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Little dog - Big dog

Little dog - Big dog ...

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Jan 10

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I am honored to have some if my tapestry tile designs installed as accents in this kitchen!!

I am honored to have some if my tapestry tile designs installed as accents in this kitchen!! ...

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Jan 9

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One thing I love about cold, raw, wet days is the excuse to light a fire in the morning. It makes the house so cozy! The dogs love it too. 💕💕

One thing I love about cold, raw, wet days is the excuse to light a fire in the morning. It makes the house so cozy! The dogs love it too. 💕💕 ...

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Jan 8

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A fireplace surround created using my painterly tiles for accents. I am honored to be featured in this family’s home.

A fireplace surround created using my painterly tiles for accents. I am honored to be featured in this family’s home. ...

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Dec 24

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Our shop is open until 4pm today and our sculpture trail is magical in the snow. Our road, however, is not plowed so please visit only if you have 4 wheel drive or if you are walking from a landbank trail parking.

Our shop is open until 4pm today and our sculpture trail is magical in the snow. Our road, however, is not plowed so please visit only if you have 4 wheel drive or if you are walking from a landbank trail parking. ...

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Dec 20

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This year’s (first batch of) gingerbread cookies are inspired by the Solstice and our Sculpture Trail. Castles, dragons, suns, moons…

This year’s (first batch of) gingerbread cookies are inspired by the Solstice and our Sculpture Trail. Castles, dragons, suns, moons… ...

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