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  • I see the Finishing tape

    I see the Finishing tape

    its almost the end: The end of the month. The end of the (rhyming) line. The coda, Full stop.  Start again.  One more time. I’ve been quite hermetic, I’ve not written much. But I’m happy I’ve written what’s right. And I’ve put myself into my words, spilt my blood, Vented spleen, cried some tears, late…

  • Still

    Still

    I love my studio. I love it. An oasis of calm. An escape. A room of my own, sort of. I’m using one arrangement and trying out various media to remind myself of how they ‘feel’. Yesterday I used marker pens, a first for me. Previously I used pencil and charcoal. Next up will probably…

  • New

    New

    Thinking about how, once you make a change it can become inconceivable that you could ever go back. My life is unrecognisable to when I started this blog and is can’t ever imagine reverting. Ever. How to define rebirth ? A big question given short shrift By me And others who should be enlarging this…

  • Antique

    Antique

    Mr Ant played Stitchopolis last night. Brilliant gig although I felt my age – the audience was the blue rinse brigade but quite literally!!

  • Cracking

    Cracking

    Once upon a time, in the world where poems rhyme and things work out all the time just fine, there was a girl who knew that things do fall askew Do not fit. One bit. Her friends went to balls Wore their shoes Went on dancing In halls of mirrors, used To boost the numbers…