it is good to move things about
to stitch and make things
stitch and mend things

harder to thread the needle
daylight helps
by the door

when we gets distracted by
trees and birds
and suchlike
natural things

i like the stitch backwards
the stretching threads

the littled dress

she is older now

what is she sewing
downstairs while
you are watching the snow

i like the sound of a sewing machine
i miss it here and will miss it also

where she steadily works
i hear she has a new job
and is leaving the
workshop

as am i

we work together
those that sew
though
we do not always converge

it is a curious thread that
hold us together
while apart

was in  the same place

central, handy, most

folks seemed to know him and helped him



asked if he wanted food, he said that a cuppa

hot tea would be nice as he had a cold. asked

if he had somewhere to go

he replied he had a shed



the ordinary helped him, knew his name



some times i despair of the others, the

ones you may have voted into power

here

she was looking for a purse



the shop was closed and

the guy with the longer hair

said it had gone broke



liquidised



the other said he lived in the doorway now



i could see it was good and deep

and with no customers

nil disturbance



he said

he lost the plot

when his mother died

ended in prison

before his new home

less

ness



in the doorway of the jewellery shop

with unsold rings over one thousands

pounds in the window



the first guy commented a wonder

no one had smashed the glass and

grabbed



sometimes he said

he liked a drink

made things feel better a while



she did not get her purse

hope the car goes along ok, mine
goes in monday. offered a lift back

from the garage, yet after so many

years sorting things alone am happy
to walk home

only a couple of miles and i think
of the things i may see if i look
slow

i feel i talked too much yesterday
and know from experience it will
be understood differently than how

it was meant

there was a severe overdose of chandeliers
at the imperial hotel and i felt quite light
headed with all the glittering

do you know in 1926 the year of the general
strike the hotel gave visitors a gift
a travel clock, spendid

today quite breathless with the cat sleeping
in on the bed

an unusual mistake not to be repeated

it all became a thing yesterday
regarding these marks of yours

a bit of a collaboration
on twitter and we finished
on this

i hope you do not mind

“what sorta spots?

I think they are age spots,

I’ve heard them called liver spots too

ah those…. ..skin medals for all those years fought and survived

he tweeted



are also known as cemetery spots!

yeah!”

these things capture folks attention

we have a storm here
the cat had to go out
howled badly

she finds somewhere
for she always comes
in dry

as are those others
outside

still dark
i guess is the
remnants of
storminess

hope you got to work on time
and did not get stopped by the
troopers this time

time goes fast and we forgets
our checks unless we gets sent
a text

automatically

i need to write about australia
the animals

how they cry out for those hurt
and lost, as do i

then

shoot the camels
from helicopters

as they like

not sure though
how to express
this