Let’s play a word association game.I say: Crochet.You say: ……?I bet many of you said, or at least thought, Granny. This is ok, you can think what you want. And some will know that the Granny Square, an old and sacred part of the whole crochet tradition, is enjoying a fashion resurgence. But it’s not … Continue reading In Defence of Crochet
Tag: Writing
The Boy and the Azure Sky
The boy’s orange shorts stand out against the azure skyHe has one foot on his skateboardas it balances on the lip of the bowlI crouch down low to film his first drop-in on my phone.Beyond the grey cement, I’m distracted by the immense vastness of everything above usA few clouds like cotton wool hang suspended … Continue reading The Boy and the Azure Sky
I’ve got a terrible confession to make
I don’t read many books. There, I’ve said it. But how can this be? You’re always talking about the books you’re reading, have read or are going to read. Ah yes, I read. They just aren’t usually Papery Print type things people think of as Books. The ones with the pretty covers, the pages you … Continue reading I’ve got a terrible confession to make
Reflections Refraction
A tiny place of beauty Solid and strong yet so delicate and easily broken To disappear inside the invisible walls Could I stay inside forever? Can you make me invisible? A tiny place with no demands without the constant fear stabbing and turning like a knife The light inside is bright and clear Outside does … Continue reading Reflections Refraction
Strange Meat
Mmm, the cooking room smells good. But it usually does, compared to other rooms in the house. Something been cooking. I look around and sniff a lot, like a lot, lot. My nose is very confused. I see the meat and it looks tasty enough. It looks really tasty, it must be for me! But when … Continue reading Strange Meat
Bicycle Secrets
I saw my bike today. A homeless man with steel wool for hair was wheeling it along the footpath in Boronia Square. I loved that bike, it was the best bike ever. Red Shogun hybrid bicycle with Shimano gears – I miss you still. I know it was my bike because of the aftermarket additions. … Continue reading Bicycle Secrets






