Rocking

I crashed and burned today,  my body just refusing  To move the way I wished it to, I stopped and pain ripped through. My friend appeared and so I asked For help. She did, of course. And so I glided home A passenger  all tucked in tight But weary to the bone. My partner saved…

t=0

how many really significant days do you have in a lifetime I wonder? days that change your life forever. I started writing this post awhile ago but life as ever gets in the way. And I have had lots of time to think about my first question. I don’t think there are that many of…

Scan

How do you become a real poet? How do you get paid to write rhymes ? Do I quote intellectual- Would that be effectual? Or am I behind with the times. An agent? A slam night? Try open mic sessions… I’m serious  but there’s no exams like professions … Pay hundreds to study? Or will…

Sage words

How much farrow and ball does the world really need, When will we be too too tasteful? Will all the dives Become too gentrified, Will all that’s bright become hateful? The march of the neutral, the hoards of the taupe, The mouse ear, the off white, the bone.  The urban landscape will melt into one…

Flat

My cat lies so flat she presses the soft  the soft presses down  And somewhere the soft becomes hard  And shoves back out  And my hand pressing hard  spider steps  inch from me  tiny shapes  Such big shouts  scratched out here  Hard to hear  If you are near tho You can see through See me…

Oh yeah

This is the latest in a long series of posts about the state of my studio/craft room. I started talking about this about five years ago, I kid you not. And today I have reached another milestone in the long running battle to Declutter whilst keeping all my stuff. Seemingly  an impossible balancing act. And yet,…

Richter scales

Originally posted on stitch this:
I feel like a property developer, I have so may blogs. So many houses within which to live and write and paint. And I like it that way, I need space, I know that now. So, I’m keeping this blog – I reread this post tonight and it has reminded…

Archive

I sometimes catch myself at rest,  I see an older woman,  I’d like to say I see a dish  but I am only human.  I sag, i bag, my skin has folds,  I’m not sandblasted, taut.  I’m showing life upon my skin,  at times it has been fraught.  But this line here is from my…

on being counted

ok, how are we all today? the last day of 2016, a strange and momentous year in so many ways. I am mulling over the implications of the macro political and economic shifts, really I am, but lets face it, that’s a bit too high brow for my normal posts isn’t it? But I have…

Its only words…

So, we are approaching the end of 2016 and i am thinking about what I have doe, not done, learnt, ignored, lived, regretted, loved….you know the drill. I may well post something specific but i. The meantime I have been thinking in particular about how to stay p[ositive, motivated and focussed. I lose my drive…

Blog psychology

Blogs are demanding. They tap their watch and sigh deep. They wonder if you really love them. They feel cast aside, They can’t sleep. They just want to be loved – They are needy. They never assume they’re ok. Theres only one way to placate them: And that’s posting every day.

Anthropology three: world traveller

Now, did I remember my socks,  The ones that will save my life.  The ones that I went and bought specially.  With the elastic that cuts like a knife I know I shouldn’t be fretting,  The things won’t fit in my bag  but when you are a World traveler there’s more on your mind then…