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The Lady in the Mirror

That face in the mirror
Who is that old lady?
Not too many wrinkles but tired,
Worn out, bad hair, no makeup.

That’s me
looking back at myself.
I barely recognize myself
but it’s me. Vestiges of my mother
and I can see my sister in me too.
They were young once, now they’re gone.

I’m still here,
Invisible as older ladies are
But inside I am young, vibrant, alive.

I was sitting at a planning board meeting in my town last night. The building where my husband has his medical practice is under contract with a large group and the application for a variance was being discussed; I went because I’m nosy and I wanted to find out what was happening with it. There was a ten minute break and I went into the ladies room. Either the light was terrible in there or I looked really, really bad. It was probably the latter. I barely recognized myself. Scary! but funny too.


Birthday Poem

I was born on this day
pushed out by my mother
welcomed by my father, my grandfather
and all the ancestors before them.

Here I am,
68 years later,
no one left but me.
A loving family, problematic though,
two dogs, a messy house, a life well lived.

Who am I but a body in time,
a woman, an artist, a mother, a worker,
grateful to be here on this mortal coil.

And tonight I’m going to have soft-shelled crabs
for dinner!

Nina Wilson

What Was Lost, poem by Kerfe Roig (LOST AND FOUND Poetry and Prose Series)

Pleased to be a part of another great Silver Birch series–

Silver Birch Press

RoigWhat Was Lost
by Kerfe Roig

A taxi,
a wallet:
what was really lost?
No comfort
in this return. Forever
unfillable. Gone.

IMAGE:  Collage by Kerfe Roig.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: When I got into the back seat of a taxi several years ago, there was a wallet on the floor. I located the owner through the phone number of a friend that was inside. It was a somber face that met me when I went to her apartment building to return the lost property: she had been taking her dog to the vet for the last time.

Roig_portraitABOUT THE AUTHOR: Kerfe Roig enjoys transforming words and images into something new. You can follow her explorations on the blog she does with her friend Nina: 

Self-portrait by Kerfe Roig. 

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taking a break

We have some life to attend to.  But we’ll return in a few weeks.  Enjoy spring! (it’s officially returning this week).

N. and K.

Half a Haibun 5

I was delighted to be asked by Mek at 10000hoursleft to participate in her collaborative “Half a Haibun” series. She gamely agreed to me taking liberties with the form as well.

Her response is a wonderful combination of ideas and images that gives me new insight into my own words and art.

This is #5 in the series…be sure to click on the links to #1-4.

Thanks Mek! (and next time Nina has promised to join us)

Work in Progress

half a haibun 5 on the verge collaboration haibun with Kerfe RoigWe send shadows through the air.

We look to the sky for the whispers of birds.

Are we on the verge of remembering feathers?

a flight of fancy

serendipity’s green light

d n a in dance

fibonacci hearts beat one…

one, two- counting yellow bricks

Collage from junk mail and poetic prose by Kerfe RoigOn the Verge. Junk mail art by Kerfe Roig

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Draw The Line is live: 120+ artists show positive political actions that anyone can take

Now this is a great idea…I just had to pass it along.

myf draws apparently

As you may remember, back in October, I went for a run and came back with a glimmer of an idea.

Remind me not to go running again: that little seed grew into a project that has taken up every spare moment since then. But today, most of the hard work is over. Today we launch Draw The Line.

Draw The Line

It’s been astonishing to watch, as what I’d conceived as a modest small press project blossomed, and more and more comic artists came on board (139 of them at the final count). Every single one of them is a superstar in my books, but it’s perhaps worth mentioning the bigger names, just to underline how the project grew so much bigger than I’d imagined. So, look out for work by Rachael Ball, Hannah Berry, Kate Charlesworth, Hunt Emerson, Kate Evans, Karrie Fransman, James Harvey, Lucy Knisley, Dave McKean, Fumio Obata…

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Short Poem Saturday – Haiku – Roig

Another collaboration with the wonderful Marcy Erb…Thanks Marcy!

Illustrated Poetry

photograph of Roig Haiku collageunleaf me and go
your shadows are ghosting me
lost blurred indistinct
– Kerfe Roig

I have been introduced to so many of you through Ms. Kerfe Roig’s amazing collaborative blog, Method Two Madness, and vice versa, that it almost doesn’t need an introduction. But if by chance you found your way to Illustrated Poetry by another means, I do strongly recommend you head over to Ms. Roig’s blog and check out the art and poetry posted daily by both Kerfe and her best friend Nina.

Ms. Roig sent me this haiku way back last July, in preparation for a possible series on seasonal transitions. I knew immediately what I wanted to do for an illustration – a textured, layered collage. But two things happened on the way to this post: I needed to take my blogging hiatus and I also kept wondering, “how do I photograph/scan/etc that piece for display…

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Home by Warsan Shire

Love in the Time of Colorado


Try reading this poem out loud without your voice breaking.


by Warsan Shire

no one leaves home unless
home is the mouth of a shark
you only run for the border
when you see the whole city running as well–

your neighbors running faster than you
breath bloody in their throats
the boy you went to school with
who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory
is holding a gun bigger than his body
you only leave home
when home won’t let you stay.

no one leaves home unless home chases you
fire under feet
hot blood in your belly
it’s not something you ever thought of doing
until the blade burnt threats into
your neck
and even then you carried the anthem under
your breath
only tearing up your passport in an airport toilets
sobbing as each mouthful of paper
made it clear that you wouldn’t be…

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Magic is Afoot


Where am I?
turned inward or out?
My vision
flattens then
expands into parallel

Light reflects
and deceives, recedes
and unbinds
expands into a funhouse
of porous passage.

Do I dream?
Is the opening
linked elsewhere,
on the closeted shadows
of unconsciousness?

Light echoes
past peripheries
and flashbacks.
The darkness
coils.  I have been here before:
in pause, on the edge.


My response to Sue Vincent’s “Lantern” prompt this week.  The title is taken from Buffy Sainte-Marie’s wonderful song “God is Alive, Magic is Afoot” (co-written with Leonard Cohen).  You can read the full lyrics and link to YouTube videos here.



1969, poem by Kerfe Roig (ME, AT 17 Poetry and Prose Series)

My thoughts about my 17th year…
(yes, I’m still humming the songs from “Hair”)

Silver Birch Press

by Kerfe Roig

My only thought what
I was not. Uninvited.
Unrequited. But

Beautiful feeling
The Age of Aquarius
New day is coming

These new voices gave
more choices: one of many
singing harmony.

What am I to do?
Time to sit down and wonder
Better get ready

With guitar and Hair
going where an opening
mind left fear behind.

“Crimson and Clover,” “Aquarius,” “Crystal Blue Persuasion,” “Going in Circles,” and “Too Busy Thinking About My Baby.”

IMAGE: Psychedelic self-portrait by Kerfe Roig.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: At 17, I was lost, a bundle of insecurities. The music of that tumultuous year, 1969, helped me to find a place to belong both with my peers and in the world, while at the same time opening my thinking to new possibilities.

roig_portraitABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Kerfe Roig
enjoys transforming words and images…

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