Red Tide

 

Poisoned air, She manipulated into silence.
Silence, that takes no prisoners.
It permeates the walls,
It hangs like cobwebs in the corners of the room, nagging us, while we sit and wait for the air to clear,
The fog to lift,
The time to pass,
Enough for it to let go of the hold it has on us.

by Dawn

 

Olive Blouse

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I finished this sweater and have already worn it twice, I love it!  I’m in the process of knitting The Stanfield’s Hat, which was fun until I had to undo half of it.  Oh the trials of knitting!   While I’m on the topic of knitting.  I found a couple of book titles that were interesting.  The Yarn Whisperer by Clara Parkes, which I started, and Knitting Yarns: Writers on Knitting edited by Ann Hood, which is available soon.  I recently read The Knitting Circle by Ann Hood so I can’t wait for this one to be released.  It’s a compilation of some well-known authors who knit!  Need I say more.

Dawn