Monday, March 2, 2015

Forest in fall

Two of my recent free form peyote stitch designs:

Monday, December 8, 2014

Sew Somerset winter 2015

My new articles in Sew Somerset magazine winter 2015 issue, 
pages 10 and 38, "Fragments in brown" and "Meadows & brown fantasy" featuring my fiber art

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Free shipping

Free US shipping in my Etsy shop:

until November 30th, 2014

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Carnival of war

Foggy memories emerging
 After so long
Of the full-fledged
Carnival of war
In the ill fated country
That ceased to exist
Soaked up in flaming blood
Of unfortunate innocent souls

It happened
Just after we took our wedding vows
We were spinning around in the chained seats
On the carousel of blazing madness
Trying desperately to wake up
And shake off the nightmare
While every new morning
Brought only one after another
Rude awakenings

World said:
Never again
We can’t let it happen ever again

Two decades passed since
And it happened
Again and again
At many
 Too many tormented places

The Carnival of war
Tours this sad globe
In a perpetual heinous cycle

With no end in sight

© Mirjana Cesar

Monday, August 18, 2014

Coal miner

I wrote this poem when I was in 12th grade.
It was written in Croatian originally. I found it recently and translated it to English: 

Coal miner

Thunder at the end of the night
Storm with iron-gray towering clouds
Wind howling somberly fiercely
Around the battered old trees
Raindrops frantically
Falling down on mushy earth


The first hesitant ray of sunshine emerges
Behind the hill
Man comes out of the valley
Trail leads him through the woods
Each step more difficult
Heavy mud clinging to his heavy shoes
Few more drops fall from the sky
On his numb rough face
His dull shining eyes
By the misery of a trivial hard life
His heavy dark garb
Impregnated with fine black dust

Coal miner

Hurrying to the mine shaft
He becomes a mole
In a minute

His eyes have blurred vision
Since they’re not accustomed to daylight
His hands have a rough firm grip
Since they’re not accustomed to tenderness
Yet in his character
There is something that draws attention
Because he doesn’t ask for anything
Earning bread with his hands
He sleeps heavy
Because he’s too tired to dream

He goes to spend a day in the dark
By the twinkling light of a miner’s lamp
At dusk he shall return
The same way
With laborious steps
Unknown heavy thoughts
Not ever noticing
A thousand stars in the sky
His tired eyes fixed on the narrow trail
Which never ends

In memory of my grandfather
Stanko Novak
A coal miner

© Mirjana Cesar