author | poet | thread artist
I am a storyteller and a poet.
I use words and thread, pencil and needle, paper and fabric.
my work is an ongoing conversation with myself.
a big basket of posts that don’t seem to fit in anywhere, but that are still full of beauty
Flora was a busybody. Nobody at the Garden Club could stand her. Nothing was ever to her standard. Frank had had enough of her griping about his fuchsias. Weeks after she disappeared, even the police were impressed with how they bloomed. ‘Aye,’ he said, ‘new bonemeal.’.
liezel graham