Crumbs and crumbling

No longer serving tea and biscuits to doubt. I wish – that’s a lie, actually doubt is what keeps me real. It brings me back to earth, I listen to it and I self correct and keep going. Nothing wrong with humble but anything past that and you start to retreat into hiding. Which serves […]

Woven

You give me your words And I weave them in Stitching deep Beneath my skin On the outside I look like me But within I’m becoming A little bit of everyone *such a special month of stories – only a few left to go. Every time I write up an interview, add photos and create, […]

Wishful thinking

I thought I heard the patter Of rain on the roof Consciousness leaned forward towards it Eagerly waiting But it was just wishful thinking Fooling me again *dry beginning to spring. The smell of the earth, grass, as I run past it, you can feel the anticipation in the air. Warming, waking, yet still the […]