My journal of big words and pretty pictures
“Welcome to the Ivory Quill, let me know if there is anything I can help you find.” With that greeting, Seshat, the store owner, left me to browse her antique letter shop. I'm in the word business, and I needed a new supply of serifs, calligraphs, blocks and gothics. There aren't many of us WordSmiths … Continue reading WordSmith
When I hung up the phone, my hands were shaking. I don’t know if it was from fear, or excitement, or maybe a little of both. My childhood home, nestled in the bucolic pastures of East Tennessee, was finally for sale. A friend still living in the area called to give me the news. Without … Continue reading Family secrets
About ten minutes into my morning walk, I wished that I had worn short sleeves. At the half-way point, I began to wonder where I packed my shorts. All along the way, I noticed hints of a spring that was just around the corner. I am ready for warm weather to stay around for a while.
First I will find a box that can endure the centuries. Not wood nor stone which will succumb to nature, crumbling into dust, but of steel, impervious to rain and wind, cold and heat, time and seasons. Into this time capsule, I will place all those things I no longer need nor want, but cannot … Continue reading Time capsule
“Who in the rainbow can draw the line where the violet tint ends and the orange tint begins? Distinctly we see the difference of the colors, but where exactly does the one first blendingly enter into the other? So with sanity and insanity.” ~ Herman Melville
Mocking the silver moon’s domain, Fingers of sunshine blaze along bare tree limbs. The waning light yearns to linger, Clinging fiercely to earth any way it can. Day defies night’s dominion, Casting its own crimson radiance. A gaudy rival to pearlescent white. Jealous of Luna's power of persuasion. Shadows lengthen, sunlight fades. A final flash … Continue reading Battle royal
Thin spiral notebook 