Tag Archive: Pen&Ink

WALRUS WISDOM…

TALK TALK TALK   “The time has come,” the Walrus said, “To talk of many things: Of shoes – and ships – and sealing-wax Of cabbages – and kings – And why the… Continue reading

TWICE AS GOOD…

Curious still about the etymological origin of twice…as defined in Origins A Short Etymological Dictionary of Modern English, authored by Eric Partridge is this: “2. In double degree or quantity (twice as good).”… Continue reading

GUEST SPEAKER…

My Reader says I’ve really truly stepped out of my comfort zone of darkened-corner-wall-flower-status by signing up to be a guest speaker on DOODLEWASH. Charlie O’Shields, an artist himself and a WordPress Freshly… Continue reading

COMMON GROUND…

SEASON OF REMEMBRANCE

BURLESQUE…

No, she never wanted to be a burlesque dancer. What she wanted and only because he asked was a china teacup and saucer preferably English and old, blue or orange or both. Her… Continue reading

MAKING SOMETHING OF IT…

Grandmother’s house was always dark. That’s what I recall anyway. The heavy drapes were always pulled shut which swathed the living room in darkness. The living room became an unmistakable cave  when you… Continue reading

WHERE THE ROAD GOES…

Normally, I’ve been reluctant to besiege My Reader with facts, that particular part of my art researching profession that requires accuracy closely bordering the edge of boredom. However, just this once and feeling… Continue reading

LOST IN LOCATION…

The day couldn’t have been darker, colder, more foreboding or windier. What did we expect? It was, after all, the East Sussex seacoast in early spring; a perfect day to get out of the cottage and… Continue reading

SECRETS…

PEAKING Call them what you will: new year’s resolutions, personal goals, self-improvements, better behaviors or realistic wishful thinking. My Reader has already made a new and improved list of resolutions for the 2015… Continue reading

WHAT WAS I THINKING…?

FIG ON A PLATTER ON the ninth day Before Christmas It came as a vision A flash. No, a scare! THIS FIG Was just sitting On a silly green plate In the shape… Continue reading

TELLING THE TRUTH…

Sometimes things just get away from you. The day. Time. The weather. A swear word (or words) that is or are supposed to be silent but end up being  out-loud swear word(s). Really… Continue reading

WALLFLOWERS…

I think that I shall never see A fig that fails to entice me.

ARMCHAIR CONVERSATION…

  At first it was curiosity and wondering about a word. Then mental machinations and mindless wanderings took the high road and soon profound curiosity became a fever-pitched research obsession. It was all… Continue reading

IT ISN’T EASY…

IF I WROTE TO YOU…

WHITE CHAIR If I wrote to you would you answer? Not because you won’t but because you haven’t. Is it because of all those things I said on pages? I don’t know what… Continue reading

SUNDAY LUNCH…

SUNDAY LUNCH Not to bore you with details but the menu was southern comfort through and through: thin sliced smoked ham, Vermont maple syrup laced with baked beans; collard greens infused with pepper… Continue reading

PAINT ME A MEMORY…

“What a strange thing is memory, and hope; one looks backward, the other forward. The one is of Today, the other is the Tomorrow. Memory is history recorded in our brain, memory is… Continue reading

IF I HAD A BOAT…

“Day after day, day after day We stuck, nor breath nor motion As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.” The Rime of the Ancient Mariner  Samuel Taylor Coleridge