Cocoon hangs empty,
Security traded for
The beat of new wings.

What a wonderful opening for my first solo show last night! Well over a hundred people came through, and my work seemed to really touch them. I loved seeing people respond to my pieces, smiling or laughing, sometimes tearing up, calling friends over to share favorite pieces.

Below is a press release about my first solo show, coming up on Saturday, October 1. If you live in the Humboldt area, I would love to see you there!

Playful Art Show Features Haiku and Paintings for Dog Lovers

Dear Friends,

Well, it’s been about a year since I first began writing haiku and making Japanese ink paintings to accompany my poems. And it’s been about six months since I launched my Makino Studios website to share my work.

I wanted to take a moment to thank those of you who have given me support and encouragement on this surprising, scary and exciting journey of becoming a poet and artist. Special thanks to those who have purchased my work; it's so great to know it has touched you.

Whispered message
Of each new wrinkle and gray hair:
Rejoice! You’re still here.

I found myself reflecting on this piece before my thirtieth high school reunion recently. Probably like all my former classmates, I felt some anxiety about how I’ve aged since graduation, while trying to keep those new wrinkles and pounds in perspective.

A dark, rain-lashed day
Even the dog won’t go out
He’ll hold it till spring.

I had always imagined that, if I ever got a dog, it would be a big, outdoorsy, lab. Instead, due to family pet allergies and my daughter’s preference for a small, cute dog to cuddle with, we have a little white rescue dog who is probably a poodle-bichon mix, both hypoallergenic breeds—and both more likely to be found wearing a rhinestone collar in a Parisian apartment than running around in the untamed wilds of Northern California.

With a plop, plop, plop
Boy throwing stones in river
Reorders the world.

Watching my nine-year old at the river last summer, it struck me that the seemingly insignificant act of tossing rocks in the water was giving him a satisfying sense of power. And that made sense when I thought about it: you take a stone from the shore, decide where it may spend the rest of its existence, throw it and see the arc of its flight, hear its splash, and watch the ripples spread farther and farther.

Fierce little huntress—
Done stalking prey for the day,
She captures my lap.

For my sister’s birthday, I wrote and painted this portrait of her cat. Adopted from the animal shelter, this tiny but fearless black cat has proven her worth: she kills rats that are almost as big as she is.