Tag: fear
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If. Or, Pollie writes a poem
A blank page is an opportunity. It beckons But I stall. I’m shy, uncertain, What if this is all? All I can produce. All I can get down. Small and stuttered, Slurred and slowed, I’m starting to slow down. What if I never find my voice What if it’s gone from me? Stealing into the…
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Stalled
Did I mention my soon-to-be-open stasherella stall? I’m committed to a week of hopefully Christmas cheer and ker-ching in equal measures. I’m in the process of working out my stock. I’m developing the ‘Stasherella Home’ collection, drawing the design on cushions, ceramics and maybe lampshades. I’ve also got the antique quilts including this beauty So,…
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Boxed
A box can be a haven A shelter A home. But also it captures the spirit The wisps of self Collected in a pool. They should fly free, Be able to stand up for themselves. But sometimes they fall. Hard. Then the box welcomes. Then the box sighs. You could crawl inside and hide, Licking…
Stitch This 