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Hello all! I've just moved to sunny.garden from zirk.us. (same writer/potter/fiberartist/geek. just a new instance.)

Poet & SF&F author. Potter. Crafter. Community Organizer. Relentless optimist. Local foodie & sourdough wrangler. Curious maker. Owned by a former shelter dog. Neuro-Atypical. Grey Ace. Earnest to a fault. Recovering city mouse in Central MA. She/Her

#writing #ScienceFiction #SFF #poetry #pottery #ceramics #food #homesteading #dogs #knitting #crochet #fedi22

Writing sitehttp://ljcohen.net
Pottery sitehttp://dragonbellyceramics.com
Books on Gumroadhttp://ljcohen.gumroad.com

The kiln gods were kind today. These are freeform/organic pasta bowls. I have a set of large & small ones I made years ago, but have only recently made some bisque forms I can use to make more.

I played with 2 different colorways. I like both.

#ceramics #pottery

Going old school with this morning's to do list. Sometimes the act of writing it down on paper is more useful than any app or typed list. Certainly crossing off items is more satisfying than deleting a file.

There's a lot I need to get sorted out for our town's annual agricultural fair that takes place in August. (I'm the secretary.) A lot of details to manage. Seeing all the open items is a bit daunting, but it always feels like this. And it always comes together.

But I always stress out about it.

My friends definitely get me.

#pun
#FarmHumor

And off the needles. Started May 20th. Frogged & restarted way too many times until I figured out how to read the $&@! lace charts. Pattern is: https://purlbumps.wordpress.com/2015/04/14/stone-croft-shawl/

18 days start to finish.

Yarn is a Wool/cashmere blend.

#knitting

Poem continued...

birds and boats, until we looked at each other
across cartons and packing tape, confused.
Wondering what it would be like to put it all
back. Apologize to the movers and the buyers.
Sorry. Changed our minds. Just kidding. But then
you caught the edge of the rug with your foot, bent

backwards, fell, not like a tree, but a thin reed
swaying in the wind. Your bones light, just like
the osprey who nest outside on the platform
you built years ago. The next gale would
toss you high into the air, and you, without
the osprey’s pinions or native skill for flight.

Perhaps it would have been easier for you to migrate
when they did, that first full moon of September,
but the storm we’ve all seen in the forecast
is upon us. And no matter the gift of this living
place and its weather, when the osprey leave,
they, too, must trust where their wings take them.

LJ Cohen, June 2026

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