Shards of Bare Mute Blackness

I keep journals.  Journals possessing emotional streams of consciousness.  Travel journals.  Journals that read as an itemization of my day.  Journals with ideas and impressions from anything and everything.  But I also have a journal filled with quotes. Quotes from novels.  Lines from poems.  Dialogue from movies.  Chains of words I find especially poignant and … Continue reading Shards of Bare Mute Blackness

When Roses Smell as Raspberries and Foyers Smell as Boyfriends

The sense of smell is a peculiar thing.The raspberry scent of a particular red rose sends me back to my childhood when my mother grew a beautiful rose-bush in a bucket painted white. It was SO beautiful she took pictures of her three daughters standing beside it. New plastic binders smell like the Barbie camper … Continue reading When Roses Smell as Raspberries and Foyers Smell as Boyfriends