Thursday, August 06, 2009

Modify


Flora was perpetually putting the finishing touches on her confabulations.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Wednesday, July 01, 2009

Worn


In the evenings Rag Doll would sit out on her rickety wornout porch and play her wornout fiddle to the jubilation of her critter friends.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Unfold



Every night at bedtime when my sisters and I were young my dad used to confabulate these amazingly convoluted and fantastical ongoing adventure sagas, most often involving an intrepid little girl thwarting the nefarious schemes of some mean monster or bad witch. Night after night we'd listen enraptured as the labyrinthine plots unfolded. Thanks Dad!

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

Crave


Hubert desperately craved peace and quiet away from the incessant hustle and bustle.

Monday, April 13, 2009

Thursday, April 02, 2009

Poise


Poise and charm are essential elements of proper deportment.

Thursday, March 05, 2009

Breeze


"The wind blows where it wishes,and you hear the sound of it, but cannot tell where it comes from and where it goes. So is everyone who is born of the Spirit."

Monday, February 09, 2009

Time


Time -you thief!- storming forward at your inexorable pace devouring your minions

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Pale


With their bright winterwear the children stood out against the pale snow.

Dream


"I have a dream that ...little children will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character."