Tag Archive: Writing

MOWING DOWN THE TALL GRASS…

  He salutes me every morning. Him…that old guy…the early morning walker. Like me. Although, I know that I’m not the only one. I imagine he salutes every one he passes whether on… Continue reading

NO EXPLANATION NECESSARY…

Jasper Johns burgled my mind. He took all the thoughts I’ve had about my ART that tumble around in my head, and said them aloud to important curators of important museums and important… Continue reading

NOT MY WORDS…

LAPIN BLEAU via Thoughts on Integrity Sometimes words spoken or written by others hit a nerve, make a point, provoke, and not just a mere thought but myriads of thoughts….that are too important… Continue reading

SHOW ME THE…

BRAE TOFTS One dollar. Every three years. For the past 25 years. I’ve been paid one dollar, every three years for the past 25 years to move house. I’ve packed my pets and… Continue reading

Dear Mr President (POEM)

Originally posted on Ellie Haretuku:
It’s not real, it’s a conspiracy, it just doesn’t exist. A concept created by China to destroy the US. It’s a complete delusion and irresponsible too, To spread…

FISHING FOR WORDS…

PESCE The Reader looks more than dubious that somehow I can connect fishing for words to the watercoloured fish on a platter surrounded with leafy, green things, yellow-ish squiggles and red rounds that… Continue reading

IT’S A TOSS UP…

IT’S A TOSS UP NO IT’S A COW Both of my kids have a picture of a framed cow  that graces  a wall in each of their respective homes.   They were  born… Continue reading

CONVERSATION CUL-DE-SAC…

CONVERSATION CUL-DE-SAC She wasn’t an easy person…understand not in the infamous being easy sense, she just wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea. Safely said, her glass was always less than half-empty. Who is kidding… 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

A DOG STORY ABOUT A BOOK OR A BOOK STORY ABOUT A BOOK…

                                     A WORK IN PROGRESS… Note:  My grand-daughter just celebrated her 13th birthday. I know, I know. I didn’t think I was old enough to have a thirteen year old grand child…and I’m… Continue reading

WHETHER REPORT…

                                                                        BIRD IN A BOWL Funny thing about that weather. Yesterday on the half-past five morning first dog walk… Continue reading

WE RODE HORSES…

                                                 SHACK and PUMP HOUSE The telephone would have exploded had he not answered it. The Stepfather knew who it was. His mother. She never minced words. She demanded and commanded. The Old… Continue reading

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

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… 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

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… 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

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

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

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… Continue reading

UNEVEN TEARS…TWO

 To save time I shall paraphrase the proclamate found on the ABOUT JOTS page: “…non-bearing of grudges and certainly no annoying voices of gripes, vexed-ness, and/or bad attitudes.”  Much to My Readers dismay,… Continue reading

RING-RING-RING…

Well, hello there, Friend! Hey, Saint, whatcha doin’? Playing with my iPad. Again? Still? I wonder about you because that’s what you always say.  So, how’s Mrs. Saint? Taking her usual morning-afternoon-early evening… Continue reading