The cavernous chamber rose three levels to a pitched, glass ceiling. Covered in layers of soot and bird droppings, the skylight offered little light. At floor level, massive desks lined the room. Dusty study lamps, long dark, sat forlornly on the tabletops. Rolling ladders hung from rods above bookshelves running the length of the walls … Continue reading Quiet please
Since the invent of the e-reader - Nook, Kindle and their ilk - I’ve remained a staunch adherent to the sanctity of the printed book. The smell of the ink on paper leafs, the feel of buckram, the heft of the book in my hands - I loved… love… all of it. That was until … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Library
Sitting among the old and crumbling books, Jacob lovingly laid his hand on the tallest stack sitting on a wooden cart. Sounds of marauders filtered through the hundreds of shelves of abandoned stories. The raucous ruins now the antithesis to his once somber and silent sanctuary. The last remaining phantom library, the Grand Canton Repository … Continue reading Repository
This past weekend, I put the final touches on my books. Not writing them, painting them. It’s spring and I’m in the gardening mood. My front yard needed some color and a little character - characters like The Scarlet Pimpernel, Bill Forrester, Walt Whitman and Ravi Kapoor. Not typically an artsy-crafty sort of person, I couldn’t resist … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Garden
“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
Hello my old friends Any new stories to tell? It’s been a long time Haiku Friday is hosted by Lou at LouCeeL. In an effort to fulfill a promise to myself, I visited my local public library for some new (to me) books. And! I've been reading them.