The sweet leather smell, brings dreams to my mind of treasures and islands, and love so divine. Remembering Austen, Bronte, Dickens, Carroll and Suess Their words were so focused, their stories, bits of truth. Society lies. Current styles are just snippets in time. Ugly, silly, dark stormy nights, humanity grieves and repeats the lies. OverContinue reading “Books”
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Thieving Bird
Blackbird perches high shade tent support pole bending he’s reaching to bite.
Word Fun
This is just a fun exercise to say aloud fast… try it! Riddle griddle fiddle middle little missile whistle kissing missing wishing dishing fishing fighting writing kiting lighting biting biking speaking squeaking tweaking leaking bleating meeting greeting fleeting flicky picky sticky hicky mickey makey flakey bakey basty.
This Ohio Winter
What is this I see? It’s no snow in January. Where has the snow all gone? Global warming, anyone? Growing up in Minnesota in winter, we always had a coat on. Shoveled the sidewalk in New York, to get to the snow blower, for easier work. Though at times I think California’s climate is theContinue reading “This Ohio Winter”
Dawn Marie Paul Art & Books 