Those boots over there were sitting amongst the rundown running shoes and loafers and wingtips on a display rack of men’s shoes at Experienced Goods in Brattleboro, Vermont a few years ago. They were $8. It was clear that they were at least an inch too long for me, but because they were narrow I … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Jim Daniels
Your friend Absalom vows Haiku Friday! Feeling lazy, so do you. Did you manage to write your chapters? Yes. Good girl. Now you can go hike. Tromp up the mountain, tromp back down. Same mountain, same tromp. Never gets old. Stay back, rocks. Don’t roar down just as I’m climbing up. I don’t want to … Continue reading Andes Mint #20: Haiku Friday!
There’s a one-room shop in New York City that features dozens of cubbies, like dioramas, of perfect miniature rooms, complete to the last detail. Doll house furnishings unlike any you’ve ever seen before – a rolled-up newspaper, headlines and print readable, measuring half an inch. A wooden tray, the size of your pinky nail, containing … Continue reading In my father's house there are many mansions