Did You Hear About Bea?
She got booted from the knitting circle because she never had a clew. Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, September 19, 2016
Sunday, September 18, 2016
After The Dry Spell
Today the words came again. They tumbled forth in exact precision, form and grace. They sang a song that I didn't even know was in my heart or mind, a dithyramb of joy and longing. I let my fingers dance across the board of keys to unlatch words that would match the beauty of the image in my mind.... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, September 15, 2016
A Trivium Just For You
It is an insignificant matter, a trifle, inessential to any importance to today's existence. It won't help you get rich. It won't win the presidential election. It won't help feed the homeless, or make you young again. So, why trivia? Of what importance is it in the modern world? First of all, for... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, September 14, 2016
Thunderbolt & Lightflash
thunder in the night crashing, flashing, pouring down such morning beauty Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
The Rest Is All Coffee
one cup, only one each day is all I need, but I do need one--TEA Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, September 12, 2016
It's Been A While
So, I got a phone call today and heard a familiar voice. I exclaimed, "Well I've been thinking about you!" Then in puzzlement added, "Who did you say this is?" Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, September 8, 2016
a gun is just a gun -- a life was a life -- WAS until the two met Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, September 7, 2016
Another Oldie
Always A Bridge ~ As love's heart anchor, those immutable bits of yesterday, when feelings crystal clear and sharp as waters from the mountain streams cascaded fast and cold from year to year with love untold. ~ You were my all, my reverie when days were not exciting as I thought they ought, and... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, September 4, 2016
Reverie At Summer's End
You are my quietude, my peaceful cove-- haven from the billowing sea where battered and broken, I foundered long, my hope submerged neath crashing waves of soul's despair. My song was gone until you rescued me. You are my harmony, my sweet repose where melody wafts on air and lilting strains gently... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, August 18, 2016
Shopping With A Child
Did you ever take a child shopping? That above is my great-great niece. Her mother was searching out proper school clothes for Emmy going to Kindergarten. I had to laugh. I used to take four preschool sons shopping at the same time now and then. We never did stay very long. Sign in to see full entry.