Monthly Archives: June 2013
a ~ To have squeezed the universe into a ball
Things you can use as a ball when you are nine and it’s summer and your family is boring: 1. Your mom’s car keys 2. Your little brother’s new Buzz Lightyear with Power Blaster and Shield 3. Your older brother’s
a ~ To have squeezed the universe into a ball
Things you can use as a ball when you are nine and it’s summer and your family is boring: 1. Your mom’s car keys 2. Your little brother’s new Buzz Lightyear with Power Blaster and Shield 3. Your older brother’s
b ~ To have squeezed the universe into a ball
‘She looked out over the landscape, still wrapped in sunshine but distinctly evening quiet, and took in the immense stillness…The stillness of the evening, the smells from the stove, the taste of the wine, the sound of the music. She
b ~ To have squeezed the universe into a ball
‘She looked out over the landscape, still wrapped in sunshine but distinctly evening quiet, and took in the immense stillness…The stillness of the evening, the smells from the stove, the taste of the wine, the sound of the music. She
a ~ Would it have been worth while, To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
For months I’ve had a crack in my windshield. It was a polite crack, smiling shyly behind the rear view mirror where I’d only notice it if I was looking up at a particularly odd cloud, or to see if
a ~ Would it have been worth while, To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
For months I’ve had a crack in my windshield. It was a polite crack, smiling shyly behind the rear view mirror where I’d only notice it if I was looking up at a particularly odd cloud, or to see if
b ~ Would it have been worth while To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
There are times in your life that seem like a gift, stolen moments when everything fades into the background and you are able to enjoy what you love most. For me that means baking or immersing myself in a book.
b ~ Would it have been worth while To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
There are times in your life that seem like a gift, stolen moments when everything fades into the background and you are able to enjoy what you love most. For me that means baking or immersing myself in a book.
b ~ Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
If there was one thing I would rush into a burning building for–beyond loved ones, pets, and the paperwork locked in the fireproof box– this would be it. My Gram gave this kitty to me when I was twelve years
b ~ Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
If there was one thing I would rush into a burning building for–beyond loved ones, pets, and the paperwork locked in the fireproof box– this would be it. My Gram gave this kitty to me when I was twelve years
a ~ Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
I’m feeling off today, and it could be because of the rain that has settled into our New England bones, or it could be because it’s the end of the school year, but it’s probably because I have an uncle
a ~ Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
I’m feeling off today, and it could be because of the rain that has settled into our New England bones, or it could be because it’s the end of the school year, but it’s probably because I have an uncle
a ~ And would it have been worth it after all, After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
When I was about 11 I went out to breakfast with my parents and used my finely honed mental skills to have the waiter bring me a jelly basket filled with orange marmalade. No, this is true. I didn’t
a ~ And would it have been worth it after all, After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
When I was about 11 I went out to breakfast with my parents and used my finely honed mental skills to have the waiter bring me a jelly basket filled with orange marmalade. No, this is true. I didn’t
b ~ And would it have been worth it after all, After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
We jumped into the car, buckled up and headed North, this boy who was not mine, but rather mine for the day. His father felt sure that he would read the whole trip, his nose buried deep within the pages.
b ~ And would it have been worth it after all, After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
We jumped into the car, buckled up and headed North, this boy who was not mine, but rather mine for the day. His father felt sure that he would read the whole trip, his nose buried deep within the pages.
Let us go then, you and I 