To whom it may concern: I have noticed, in recent weeks, an uptick in the number of scarecrows in the neighboring lawn at [redacted]. I would like to address the myriad of issues that surround this recent development as it pertains to the situations that arose, most recently, in our small and humble town. Many …
There was a simple beauty in her love for him. It did not consume or destroy her. It did not burn. It simply existed. Like air or water or earth. There was a wholeness in his presence. A casual comfort to being with him. That was their love. He wasn’t the perfect or the end. …
The land had never known daylight. Day was the time when the three dim stars that lit this world were at their zenith and shimmering bits of their light filtered down through the darkness causing pale arches of light to reflect off stone and dead branches and water. Day was a more a dark concept …
Sure enough, I got away from writing every day and the habit was easily broken. I should really resolve to get back to it for the rest of February. I sometimes don’t think I have anything to say, but that hasn’t ever been teh point of this blog. This is more like the dynamic stretch …
go see Deadpool. I’ll be here when you get back.
Several things happened simultaneously. The little man shed his coat with a quickness and finesse out of place on his short, sturdy form, the book “leapt” if it’s possible for a book to leap, from the case and begin flying around the room like a trapped bird, hissing at Kitty, and Mr. Boppyface jumped up …
I will not blog while drunk
asking a grieving person to feel better, just so you feel better for having comforted them, is less than appreciated. You are actively interrupting a process that happens organically in the soul. I cannot feel better, nor can I pretend I’m not changed from grief, for the sake of your comfort or ego. I can …
I am not being nice. I know I’m not being nice and I should probably find a way to be nice, but a good friend told me, “don’t be nice, be good”. I don’t think they meant “be mean”. I’m fairly certain they meant that nice anyone can do. It’s not an ethical dilemma to …
Craven’s Antique and Book Emporium had been, before it was a repository for the old and eclectic, a hotel. Not an entire hotel, a restaurant and lobby and several smallish rooms along a balcony overlooking the main lobby that were really only fit for single travelers who didn’t mind the smallish beds, the lack of …
Bountiful Words, Beautiful World 