broken glass


decorated the tree this evening
another glass ornament fell to pieces
first decorations from our first Christmas
becoming fewer each year



Allow me a little self-congratulatory pat on the back – qarrtsiluni has my photo Wings up! And I’m told that this is my tenth publication in it, and that you can see all of them here.

qarrtsiluni’s current theme Journaling the Apocalypse is a fascinating one with a rich and thoughtful variety of writings, video, music and photos. If you don’t already know this online literary and artistic journal, please do have a visit, it’s worth it! Guest editors and themes change bi-monthly. This time founding and managing editors Beth Adams and Dave Bonta have been doing the honours. Great job and thanks for including me!

The above photo, by the way, is not the one shown in qarrtsiluni but is another one from the same series of images I took of a found object a few months ago.

Added November 23rd, 2008:
Thanks to a lovely comment from Maria below, I thought I should mention there are a couple of other photos in this series that can be seen in a post about poetry postcards and a collaboration with Tom Montag at Postal Poetry called Blue. Enjoy!

poetry postcards


I’m delighted to share with you that Tom Montag and I have had our collaboration accepted and up at Postal Poetry, an exciting new site for individually and collaboratively created poetry postcards.

Tom has already expressed his pleasure and also mentions our earlier collaboration for qarrstiluni – please visit him for those details!

The co-editors of Postal Poetry are poets Dana Guthrie Martin of gorgeous somewhere and Dave Bonta of Via Negativa, qarrtsiluni and many other sites. They invite submissions of either digital poetry postcards and ‘real’ ones by snail mail.

an English-Finnish dictionary




an immigrant’s tool, an almost-bible, a book of days
a history of heartache, homesickness, hope and a new home

UPDATE Feb.28, 2011: this has also been published in qarrtsiluni’s translation issue



rust circle

Years ago an artist friend gave me this circular, rusted, thin metal object. She had found it in a farmer’s field in France. I love how this man-made object, probably a part from some farm machinery, had begun to weather, to break down back into elements by the forces of nature.
For some years it moved around the windowsills of my studio, but I now found it tucked and forgotten in a corner shelf along with other saved objects. I feel a strong pull to use it in some work. Now it’s also in the image archives of this machine, hopefully not to be forgotten again.

CARcass on shore

Walking along Chesterman Beach (on our trip a month ago), we were intrigued by something in the distance, hulking half-buried in the sand and washed over by the waves.
Horrified to see that it’s a rusted frame of an automobile… how did it get there?
Yet morbidly fascinated by the interesting rusted shapes of the frame and the almost organic center.
Like a beached skeleton of some sea monster…


“It is a dying lamp, a falling shower,
A breaking billow: – even whilst we speak
Is it not broken?”
    – P.B. Shelley: Adonais

experiment no.4

This is becoming a mini series of playful experiments!

experiment no.3


continuing play with materials and textures
still not sure where these are going

See also experiment no.1, no.2, and no.4