MINDING MY Zs and Qs…

"...The sound of silence. Background noises no longer there... painful spaces of time... Other sounds eventually fill the empty space..." __ Other sounds do eventually fill the empty spaces that once filled a home that played the daily tune of "BEWARE OF THE DOG"... whether a big bark threat or not. He spoke openly about... 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 safe in the “historical fact” arena because I’ve taken liberal liberties with wording and comments…the curious art researcher and enquiring mind bubbled... Continue Reading →

ABOUT FORGETTING…

  This is how it goes, usually… 1 January – take down Christmas tree. Pack. Store.   This is how it went… 26 December – Christmas tree down. Packed. Stored. Five-day head start on usual Christmas tree take-down. Forget January. Early. Easy. Done. Forgotten. Bliss. Thirty-one plus five extra days of forgetful bliss. Thirty-one plus... 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 explore the neighbourhood in spite of the dreadful weather. Right. The residential hill behind the train station looked straightforward, and looked straight... Continue Reading →

CONSIDER YOURSELF INVITED…

We’ll be dining in the kitchen…surrounded with the savory aromas of a holiday meal all day in preparation. The reclaimed, battered and bruised farm table is covered with a treasured cloth sprinkled with rose images that mirror a Renaissance floral still-life. It is etched with faint stains from many meals now past, and creased permanently... 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 of a pear. AS if by a thread Poised high in mid-air A twee bit of mistletoe Was hanging just…there. WHAT could... Continue Reading →

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 LOUD out-loud swear word(s). Don't you just hate that when it happens? Occasionally I do, but most of the time not so... Continue Reading →

  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 about a word, and the word was G-R-E-A-T-N-E-S-S. A good word GREATNESS. A great word. Greatness (n.): from the adjective GREAT to... Continue Reading →

FACING ONE’S FEARS…

My Reader brought the post in today and set it down on the table. "You've received a letter from your lovely Irish friend. You know...the one who lives in Ireland." Slicing the envelope I quickly but gingerly pull out the sheaves of brightly coloured paper and begin reading heart-felt words written half-a-world away from this... Continue Reading →

IF I WROTE TO YOU…

WHITE CHAIRIf 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 else to say that would erase all those words expressed with pen to paper. On those pages euphoria of time and place got the better... 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 bacon; wine and more wine; peach pie laden with birthday candles and what else?  Real Southern Comfort. War stories recounted years of... Continue Reading →

"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

BORROWED LINES…

My Reader believes that we are what we quote, undoubtedly because of the folder I keep stuffed with scraps of paper of others’ words, albeit quotes, that resonate to the core. The folder on my desk is a cornucopia of borrowed lines. Words written by the famous, infamous, and sometimes nefarious goons who, on occasion,... Continue Reading →

FREE TRIP TO IRELAND…

My Reader is so excited...a trip to Ireland and no bags to pack! There will be no tickets to buy, no baggage fees and best of all...no jet-lag once we all arrive. Accommodations will be provided by MeticulousMick (you OK with that MM?), and I'll buy the first couple of rounds at the corner pub.... Continue Reading →

Fetish for FIGS…

Fetish for FIGS... It came as a challenge It came as a dare, So I went to the studio And plopped in my chair.  What began as the one But concluded with four, It became quite apparent There was room for one more.  Five FIGS to be settled In harmonious collusion, On a bed of... Continue Reading →

INVISIBLE FINISH LINES…

                                             LA SORTIE Today he was going home. He never liked it here. Now that she was gone, liked it even less. The memory of his house came and went, just like everything else. Did he have a house?  Where was the car parked? He was tired of this. He was going home. Jake had... Continue Reading →

INFLECTIONS…

 in-flec-tion \in’flek-shen\ 3. A change in pitch or intensity in the voice. Brit.sp. in-flex’ion. Webster Illustrated Contemporary Dictionary.  For reasons not listed anywhere, I don’t pretend to be a writer. It takes me a while and then more of a while to string the words together that finally…paint my sentence vision. I think some call... Continue Reading →

EDIT: LIFE…

EDIT:  LIFE. ERROR. Due to a recent editing error in Friday’s Review stating the gallery was slated for an April opening,  the article should have instead read:  April closing. Lively yet wrong speculation over this now closing event begat rumour-mill drivel.  I apologise for any circumstance in or beyond my control this may have caused.... Continue Reading →

OUR BENCH…

What can you write about…a bench? Why would you write about a bench? It is  something you sit on. It comes in all shapes, sizes, and materials. Bench. Ordinary. You can sit on a bench alone. With a friend. With many friends. Old and young. With strangers. Old or young. Benches can be found…anywhere. In... Continue Reading →

TEA FOR TWO…TIMES 2

Time off for good behavior (defined loosely) has its benefits: time to organize and re-organize whatever needs to be moved, washed and dried, thrown-out, recycled...or just left alone. Once upon a time,  after becoming a widow at an early age...and finally finishing my Art Education degree so I could keep family and soul together...it became... Continue Reading →

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