Silly Billy

The words that drift out of me are sometimes a shocker. Who’s that man with the big moon eyes? Who’s that girl with the upside down curls? If there is a time we need to think it’s now, but thinking is entirely too much work so we busy ourselves with tasks. Redundant tasks that require little to think about. Tap a pen tap a tap pour the beer and give a smile because they love the smiles. Rest is something we need but too much is no good we need just the right amount. Google-me-drids is that a thing? Who gets just the right amount? I’m either tired from too much or from not nearly enough. Twinkle-me-timbers my toes are cold or I’d be napping right now.

 

I Feel It

The Bedrooms of Famous Writers

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A friend of mine once told me that when we read a book by some author long dead, we sometimes feel as if we know them on a personal level, while when we read a book written by a friend, this makes us feel as if we’ve never truly known them. Truth is, there are a lot of aspects when it comes to understanding another person. Their work, their life, their habits, the people they surround themselves with. And every single one of them plays a part in shaping their art.

Today, we try to get a bit more insight into the minds of famous writers by visiting their bedrooms

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A Home Full of Hope

Hope floats around my house it fogs the windows and clogs the drains but it smells of lemons and roses. And so we just wipe our fogged windows clean…..

Hope floats around my house it fogs the windows and clogs the drains but it smells of lemons and roses. And so we just wipe our fogged windows clean and continue to clear our drains. Because a home without hope is no home at all. We give thanks for todays and pray for our tomorrows. Just one more day, one more word, one more prayer.

-Saschia Johnson

 

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