My journal of big words and pretty pictures
I declare Thursday as my NaBloPoMo mulligan. Mulligan - golf term: the chance to replay one’s last shot; a do-over for a badly hit shot. Sat down about 7 o’clock to watch the news and next thing I knew it was 2 a.m. I’m like a shark. If shark stops swimming, it drowns and dies. … Continue reading Fore!
Remember how when you were a kid, you could scare the bejeezus out of yourself, convince yourself that there were monsters under your bed? That kind of don’t-let-your-hands-or-feet-drop-off-the-side-of-the-bed scared? Yeah… I can still do that. I had the weirdest dream last night. Scary in the way that I couldn’t see the “bad guy,” only knew … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Dark
The summer between high school and college, I lived in Tennessee with my mom and step-dad in a little house in the middle of the woods. Well, it felt like the middle of the woods, but it was really only a bit off the beaten path. There were lots of trees and very few neighbors, so … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Sleep
“Did you remember the candles?” I piped on the icing roses and added “Happy Birthday” with a fancy flourish. Holding up a small box, he shook out four pink polka-dot tapers. “Of course, here ya go. You've really outdone yourself this year.” “Turn out the lights so we can see the flames better.” I picked … Continue reading Losing sleep
Now I lay me down Gently into that good night Sleep, perchance to dream *Cento, from the Latin meaning "patchwork," is a form of poetry that uses lines from other poems. Line 1: Joseph Addison, 1711 Line 2: Dylan Thomas, 1951 Line 3: Shakespeare (Hamlet), 1623
So very tired Bone weary and heart heavy To sleep, perhaps dream
Thin spiral notebook 