This is a collection of Twitter haiku / poetry I have written since January, 2010 that pertain to kisses - apparently I like kissing. and how you held my face in your hands before you kissed me, as if it were the world and you were God admiring your creation. my lipstick carries the memory of kisses on my lips - and yours. Your kiss takes my breath and I breathe you into me our hearts beat in time. lips barely touching warmed by the breath of your life kiss, electrified. intimate kisses where speech and breath coalesce electricity. this... Continue reading

COLORING LINES Loneliness wears glasses that make the wrong man look like the right man. He becomes the psychic you seek in search of unanswered questions. He knows. He has what you need: the cigarette you quit for the jittery nerves, the craved kisses and caresses, and the words - your vice, his weapon - the words. He drips promises from his lips, each forming slowly like an epiphany wrapped up in an eggshell. But his promises are lines drawn on the heart left to be colored in - blindfolded: romantic rose, hopeful heliotrope, perilous periwinkle, liar-liar lime, jaded jade,... Continue reading

PROCRASTINATION doing this will kill me so I quit doing this will kill me so I qui doing this will kill me so I qu doing this will kill me so I q doing this will kill me so I doing this will kill me so doing this will kill me s doing this will kill me doing this will kill m doing this will kill doing this will kil doing this will ki doing this will k doing this will doing this wil doing this wi doing this w doing this doing thi doing th doing t doing doin... Continue reading

This bench is hard - and falling apart, like all of life around me. talon like branches claw at the sky in a fury, while the last of the leaves shriveled up and shivering against the cold autumn wind, cling to the claws of that tree though it clearly wants them no more. At my feet a Bounty of beauty wrinkled and crisp, shed and dropped, carelessly to the ground, like a cheap frock worn by a prostitute. I watch with the indifference of my animal nature as the helpless loveless leaves are left to be carried off by the... Continue reading

Finished another painting. Paint and colored pencil on canvas. The summers berries have gone now with the birds who seek someplace warmer. Come what may, I love you with a love that is more than than spring berries. I feel you inside of me, a resident in my heart. Two of me, Two of you - soul-mates perhaps..bound together we kissed, swearing to find each other in this life. There you are over where I can catch just a glimpse of you, love's promise. Patient, I wait for you to come, fearlessly to this heart, who is you. - Cheryl... Continue reading

LOVE is the way messengers from the mystery tell us things. Love is the mother. We are her sons. She shines inside us visible-invisible, as we trust or lost trust - or feel it start to grow again. ~RUMI Transformation is a necessity of life. We are on motion, ever changing, ever flowing in the river of time. We feel like we are solid, standing still but we aren't. If we choose to try not move, we stagnate, and stagnant water is nothing but a pool of filth. Even so, transformation takes extreme courage and faith that everything will turn... Continue reading

Ever since my children were babies I have been making life casts of their hands and feet. I was lucky to have a friend who did this for a living so she taught me how (since I am one of that crazy creative people who like to make everything themselves). The details are amazing, and I can say that if my house were to catch fire this collection is probably the only thing I would grab. So let's get started! You will need some supplies, which I buy on Ebay. The first thing you need is Dental Alginate. I use... Continue reading

I am a creative woman. I am also a mother of two young children and a wife. I have a home to maintain and meals to cook - though I confess I am not very good about the last two. I cook things under 30 minutes and clean on weekends. Lately I am feeling like I want to spend my time in my studio - all of my time. Of course I can't, and this leads to frustration on my part. It feels like there are people pulling at me from every direction, needing something from me, wanting something from... Continue reading

I make this body scrub every week and could not live without it! It leaves me soft, silky and smelling like fruit. LOL. If you are single, men cannot resist glowing skin that smells like food. LOL. LEMON DREAM BAR BODY SCRUB 1/2C your favorite course salt (I have even used margarita salt in a pinch lol) 1/4C baking soda 1/2C oil - grapeseed, almond or extra light olive oil drops of Lemon essential oil Mix it all together and add as much of the scent as you like. Keep it in the shower for silky smooth skin - but... Continue reading

This is a big painting - 36 X 48. It is collage ephemera, acrylic and water soluble crayons. I am exploring old love VS new love and what that means...is is salvageable? Is it worth salvaging? Faint Flickering Slowly, slowly, embers dying In this fire, not maintained. What's the use in all this lying? When only ash is what remains. For love burns out like firelight; First flame, then ember, spark. If not kindled, you lose sight - And soon we're in the dark. ©Cheryl Lau 2009 Continue reading

The painting is in process....I was inspired by this poem: TO LIFE She bade me understand and yet I won't.... or can't. She gives of herself so freely; sunny days of picnics and laughter - as carefree as a child. And then she turns, as if too much pleasure seized her soul and she brings on rain. gloom. stormy days and death in ways that destroy the fragile human spirit. One would think she knows what she is doing, because the moment I can't take anymore the sunny days return once more. I hear her gay laughter in the breeze... Continue reading

Boy what a week it has been in our house. If there is one thing we humans are resistant to, it's change - especially a change in the people we love. Even if the change is good - maybe even especially of the change is good. But I have changed. It was a change in the making over time but when it came it seemed like overnight. We are all such universes unto ourselves, our own little supernovas who one day explode from all the buildup. Poor DH. It has been hard for both of us. In all honesty we... Continue reading

For the past few years, I embarked on a serious spiritual journey. I wanted to search and know not only God, but myself. If you embark on this sort of serious soul searching excavation, one must be prepared for some serious consequences. Saint John of the Cross referred to it as "the dark night of the soul". It is a place in the wilderness of the soul where you suddenly find yourself alone. On my journey through this wilderness, I came upon a lovely wall. And old wall built up with large concrete bricks, now covered with moss and ivy.... Continue reading

I have a love-hate relationship with cooking. I am an excellent cook, I can whip out a coq au vin with a chocolate raspberry coulis served over a chocolate chip meringue crust like the next girl...but I do it with some animosity. I grew up in a house where my mom started making dinner at 2:00 PM - not because we ate at 3:00, but because it took her 3 - 4 hours to prepare it. I never knew pasta came premade in a box! I watched her labor like this, day after day, and then she herself would eat... Continue reading

I am not going to write a whole blog post on your thoughts - you have heard it before. What I am going to do is share a brief poem. EGO HUNGERS For every thought that you have, there's a price to be paid. You will find your heart walled with the bricks that you've laid. Choose wisely, my friend The thoughts in your head - Don't feed ego hungers that should go unfed. Continue reading

I have been thinking a lot this week about the responsibility we have as people for the energy we share and bring to other people. Some people are very negative and their energy is draining. They complain, grumble, back-stab, are mean, feel sorry for themselves or have a victim mentality...on and on...I want to tell them that the same walls they built for protection are now imprisoning them. I know that I tend to avoid these kinds of people - in real life and on the internet. I enjoy lifting people up, making them laugh, feeling good about themselves, or... Continue reading

All of my life, from the time I was a little girl, my teachers have always told me I should be a writer when I grow up. I have always written poetry - some good and some not so good. But I do love it. I find that writing is a way to clear out the dust and cobwebs from the heart and soul. The other day on Twitter, someone said the word haggard was the word of the day and I remembered a poem I wrote once about a young man who was a haggard boy. I want to... Continue reading

I found this adorable pot holder tutorial, and it's not that I enjoy cooking anything that takes longer than 30 minutes, but I do like cute stuff, and I really really enjoy cute stuff that is quick and easy to make! These came from the book Patchwork Style, and here is a link to this free project on their website. Plus you can make it with scraps, like I did. With a bunch of fat quarters you could make a ton of these on the cheap! Guess what everyone is getting from me for Christmas? -------------------------------------------------------------------->> We had my sister... Continue reading

I just realized that its Friday and I have not updated my blog! Terrible! Not that I have not been writing, I have been writing plenty on Twitter. I have been writing a lot of haiku. I am also very curious about exploring twitter as some sort of artistic medium -- there is an idea perc perc percalating in my mind. I feel it there but I can't quite wrap my mind around it. --------------------------->>> So it's time to get going on my Christmas projects! I started some but I have a lot more to go. Every year cards are... Continue reading

I absolutely love spending time on Twitter. Non-twitterers think it's a waste of time, but I have made some genuine and wonderful friendships on there. The people I have met, for the most part, are wonderful. It amazes me how you can get to know someone without knowing them in real life - but I feel that some of them I know even better than the people I know in real life. It inspired me to write this haiku: Your words are lovely. I know your soul before I ever see your face. Behold the power of the word -... Continue reading

This is the title of my new painting I did this weekend. It was going to be an art quilt but the muse had other ideas. I have been feeling very reflective lately, writing a lot, sketching a lot...twittering too much. I love Twitter - I have met some really amazing people on there! Anyway - here is my new piece. The poppy was a sketch, which I then cut into pattern pieces and appliqued. And on the other side is a duplicate of the original sketch. I love love love texture, both visual and physical texture. Music even has... Continue reading

In addition to sewing, quilting and other craft endeavors I write poetry, or try to. I love poetry especially smartass poetry, like Wendy Cope. A few years I ago I wrote this poem about, well, here it is: Cloudy day, gentle breeze Beneath my skirt I tuck my knees. You pour a glass of blood red wine To celebrate this love divine. Our glasses mingle while we toast, But in your eyes I see a ghost. We dine on fruit and gourmet cheese... oh tell me that you love me please! Lips that linger, how they press. The hours pass... Continue reading