I’m refining. I prefer the word refining to minimising. The latter feels like I am eroding my pile of belongings whilst the former hints at perhaps, using better judgement to choose what remains. Writing, as a craft, is a little like the acquisition process. Eventually, after years of choosing far too many words and then […]
The hooks where I hung my thoughts Now sit empty, paint is clean With light alighting delightfully all along and in between My eye runs unencumbered, from ceiling to floor Ambling along peacefully the length of the hall The leftover nails that hefted images every day Could now catch me as I walk past fast, […]
I’m a starter, a very enthusiastic starter but I’m not always a completer. This characteristic increasingly frustrates me the older I grow and the less I seemingly grow UP. Grown UPs complete things. In front of me sits a pile of notebooks of various sizes and descriptions. Scattered through my house are more (I know) […]
A place for everything And everything in it’s place If I could pick a phrase of Mum’s to sing about housework This would be it And I never quite got it right because I was a gatherer of things Like Clothes Books Nick Nacks Oh my goodness was I a nick nack fanatic as a […]
