#weejoys I can't bear to throw the tiniest scrap away, thus... size is 2"x2" I will say, these are kind of a pain to assemble but I love weaving and folding paper and creating booklets.

#poetrymonth Congratulations Issa! . . . You have survived to feed This year's mosquitoes --Issa (a sentiment I especially appreciate in Minnesota!) being April 30th, this will be the final poem (mostly haiku) for poetry month

#poetrymonth The night was hot . . . Stripped to the waist the snail Enjoyed the moonlight --Issa

#poetrymonth Hear the loud sound? The Thunderbirds draw near us in their mighty power. Hear their voices! The lightning flash is the gleaming of their terrible eyes. The roll in the storm-swept sky Is the noise of the Thunderbirds' wings. --Native American, Chippewa

#poetrymonth Softly folded fawn Shivers, shaking off the butterfly . . . And sleeps again ---Issa

#poetrymonth How reluctantly The bee emerges from deep Within the peony --Basho

#poetrymonth Clear-colored stones Are vibrating in the brook-bed . . . Or the water is ---Soseki

#poetrymonth Ah . . . morning-glory Glowing with the indigo Of some mountain pool -Buson

#poetrymonth The northern lights are the flames and the smoke From the fires of the Dwarfs Cooking seal and walrus meat ---Native American, Makah

#poetrymonth The wet kingfisher Shakes his feathers in the late Reflected sunlight ---Tori

#poetrymonth In this native place There's this plant: as plain as grass But blooms like heaven ---Issa

#poetrymonth Someone is walking Over the wooden bridge . . . The deep frog silence ---Ryoto

#poetrymonth Sun rays shining through the dusty air, Breaking through the rain clouds, Are Earth-maker's eyelashes. ---Native American, Bella Coola

#poetrymonth Nightlong in the cold That monkey sits conjecturing How to catch the moon ---Shiki

#poetrymonth See this dragonfly . . . His face is practically Nothing else but eyes ---Chisoku

#poetrymonth On one riverbank Sunbeams slanting down . . . But on the other . . . raindrops ---Buson

#poetrymonth Then from the east a wind arose, Well knowing wither it should blow . . . All kinds of clouds together, Their heads upreared And with it they did go; Pulling white feathers from their breasts, They went. ---Native American, Papago

#poetrymonth The floating heron Pecks at it till it shatters . . . Full-moon-on-the-water --Zuiryu

#poetrymonth Rainfall and thunder Beating on boards and blossoms . . . Indiscriminate ---Basho

#poetrymonth Moss in bloom On his little scars . . . The stone Buddha ---Issa

#poetrymonth Squeaking in response To baby sparrows . . . a nest of mice ---Basho

#poetrymonth A small garden Brimming with dew . . . Half a gallon of it ---Shiki

#poetrymonth O springtime twilight . . . Precious moments worth to me A thousand pieces ---Sotoba

#poetrymonth In the endless rain Is it turning sunward still . . . Trusting hollyhock? ---Basho

#poetrymonth At last, when her song is still The Goddess becomes A small green bird ---Onitsura

#poetrymonth One fallen flower Returning to the branch? . . . Oh no! A white butterfly ----Moritake

#poetrymonth Here am I Behold me It said as it rose I am the Moon Behold Me. --Native American Lakota

#poetrymonth April is poetry month. Over ten years ago, I created pairings of images and poems (mostly haiku) that could be displayed in a photo frame. I've decided to share them again this year.

#weejoys slow stitching on a vintage sheer scarf that was degrading badly with age.

This guy speaks for me, too! 👍 #NoKings

Basically the same people as go to no kings just did the biggest civil resistance campaign in more than a generation in Minneapolis, but sure, whatever

I’ve been photographing anti-ICE & related yard/window/tree/street signs around Minneapolis. The sheer number of different signs really is astonishing and inspiring. Batch #28

Nokomis #NoKings Minneapolis Crowd is spread out along the street and along the bridge over Lake Nokomis

On March 28, residents from across Minnesota will join together w/ millions of Americans to say: in this country we won’t be ruled by intimidation or fear. No Thrones. No Crowns. #NoKings. Join us for #NoKingsTwinCities: nokingstwincities.org