my hands fall to the roar •
heart fails. •
i’ve no love •
and this thing that I make Continue reading →
the sad ones lingered over •
turned and turned in eager hands Continue reading →
While I have managed to write some poetry everyday of April for NaPoWriMo, a lot of my time was spent giving a quilt project a serious shove. While auditioning backing fabric it came to these two and it gave me … Continue reading →
Coming down the stairs Surprised to hear the heat on A cool forty-eight. Rainy day and chill April says it’s not quite May For a few more days. Turn off the soft light And turn on the sharp edges Cold … Continue reading →
Once flexible, now bound with bones •
where once fingers went flying round Continue reading →
Life is mostly froth and bubble, Two things stand like stone, Kindness in another’s trouble, Courage in your own.
