Thursday, April 16, 2009


Miles away. Not in the moment. The moment isn't doing it for me.

Other things, options. Other things to be. Pretending, anyway.

Glass and wool and feathers, material, under my fingertips,
shaping; or words twisting obediently.

Colours, more than just dull grey and breathing green.

Skin. Heartbeat.

A different me.


Ms. Moon said...

And that is why we make art.

Anonymous said...

Wow :)
Yeah I hear ya.

Ciara said...

And so important to give the different you a voice Jo.

Lovely words, dear heart. And gorgeous putting together of those layers of you.

More please!