My journal of big words and pretty pictures
When my purchase offer was accepted, I called my mother and told her that I had reclaimed our family home. When I told her that I was planning to live there after it was refurbished, she laughed. She never understood my obsession with the old place. Later, while we sat at her retro Formica kitchen table and sipped … Continue reading Reminiscing
As spring pollen clogs rivers and streams, Floating on hot, thick air, So too your vicious secrets Choke the life from me, Clinging to the heart on my sleeve, Gritty and bitter, souring our love. As much as I try to brush it away, It finds every open wound in my devotion, Seeping into cracks … Continue reading The quickening pollen
Death got lost on His way to a collection Being male, He refused to ask for direction Relying only on His GPS An error message stalled progress Allowing His prey time for resurrection * In remembrance of Sir Terry Pratchett, author and creator of Discworld; died March 12, 2015.
“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
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
Thin spiral notebook 