Stitch This

  • Face off

    Face off

    now, I consider myself to be reasonably tech savvy and connected via the plethora of social networks out there. The grand daddy of them all being the mighty Facebook. So why have I just walked away from the behemoth? Why have I  decided to stop posting, close my various pages and turn off the ubiquitous…

  • Blank

    Blank

    I haven’t written a poem in ages. My pen sticks to sketching, My words have gone dark. I’ve not been rhyming I’ve not written ditties. It’s brush strokes these days that I work.  Perhaps I have hoisted myself from the depths I really don’t know why I’ve stopped. I think it’s a temporary, interim thing…

  • Process

    Process

    How do you start a post? I normally go with a picture tbh rather than a thought, or action, or event. Today I scrolled thru my recent sketches and found this one…no reason, no forethought, no purpose. Just a picture, a gesture in a moment. And that’s why I love it. It was me…where I…

  • Drip

    Drip

    My glass is neither half empty or full It’s brimming and right at its limit My challenge each day Despite what you say Is to pack life and love in each minute. How can I rest When my boy’s made the best Lego building the worlds ever seen? When his brother has just jumped in…

  • Motionary

    Motionary

      Time has, as we know, a relative flow. Not rock steady, it eddies.  It’s tributaries tangling, and we stand angling for the ones that got away, the elusive minnow minutes darting and starting to snap in my fingers  as I grasp and clasp them And hold them close to. Watch out, they can crumble! watch…