Stitch This

  • Flat

    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…

  • Archive

    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…

  • Blog psychology

    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

    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…

  • Tap

    Tap

    I have mastered the art of dual motion I expand while contracting, resist while inviting. Apart. Always apart. Even when a part. And I angle for those fissures: Points where the sharp can see. Try to hold up a light to the crack Without drawing attention to me. The contradiction is not lost. Only a…