Old SoulsDoc says I’m an oldsoul, with my postcardsand letters, and waste-no-wordspolicy. Doc says old souls still make eyecontact instead of playing with iPhones,mirrors that stare back, and tellus who we are by knowingwho they are.Doc tells me I’m an oldsoul in a young body, tamingwild Internets and bringing my wordsto heel like a triple scorein a game of Scrabble.That I was born in the wrongdecade, that I was meant to punchtypewriter keys like a boxer,that the twenty-first centurywasn’t made for old souls like mine.Doc thinks I’m too oldto be twenty-three, constantly forgettingthe barriers of my few years.Like that I never wrote about myselfuntil he gave me momentsworth writing down, and caredabout the person behind the words.That I learned who I was by learningwho he was, and drew a timelineof intersection points where eachnode became a poem, and each poembecame a stepping stone.Doc unearthed an oldsoul in my notebook.Old like a favori
CornerstoneGod became a pastorfor a little church in the backwoodsof the South, nestledsomewhere in the Ozarks wherethere were more squirrelsin the steeple than seats in the pews.He rebuilt it from the ground up,starting with the foundation Hepoured with help from a memberin the construction business.He bought nails and lumberfrom the nearest hardware store;the shopkeeper’s son paintedsmoothed baseboards a pleasantoff-white while He workedon the roof. The oldest ladyin the community brought aloefor His chapped hands; her daughtersmade sandwiches for the hungryworkers while their children plantedposies and peas in the garden.When He was finished building,He removed the weathered sign hangingat the end of the road. The little onespainted a new sign with stars and heartsand tiny handprints pointing the wayto the Dogwood Homeless Shelter.
Bookmark Pricing[EDIT]Hey all If this looks differnt than you remember, that's because I've been re-vamping my prices. Any outstanding orders will be honored according to the old version, but, unless otherwise noted, this is the current version. I've upped to price, but still consider this very fair (considering that I've spent a small fortune accumulating materials for this hobby ).Please see this page for the bookmark request guidelines, and this folder to see all uploaded examples.In pricing, please keep in mind that 100 points is equivalent to one dollar. If it weren't for the fact that I have to mail these, I'd probably price it lower, but I have to keep stamps and envelopes in mind, especially because I will ship internationally. I don't want to add an extra fee over something a dev
GreenwareGod took a pottery classand could have spun perfectpots from the store-boughtclay the instructor found halfoff with an expired coupon.He could have thrown slendervases on a rickety wheelor molded leather-hard discardsinto elegant tea cups.The glaze on his biscuitsunblistered; His earthenwarefree of crackle; no shiveringto be found on His mugs.God took a pottery classand made sure every piece was flawed,and called them perfect.
PoppiesA lonely thunderchases lightning acrossfields blood-red with poppies,the sins of leaders fadinglike the bodies in the ground.
HaikuWriMo 20141. Non-Fiction – nostalgic triggerUnfinished bookmarked with a usedmovie ticket.2. Romance – reverse Stockholm syndromeA rose for the bank teller;a bullet for the husband.3. Epistolary – letter to a widowerAn unstamped lettercurling up edges insidethe fireplace.4. Science - Fiction – six word haikuLanded on moon.Better check Facebook.5. Historical – trainsKansas is goldenwhen you’re thundering by onsteam instead of horses.6. Action – toddler mafias“Dun care ‘bout da gangwar – Sesame Street is on.”7. Fantasy – guns and posiesClowns armed with posiesthat shoot jets of water.No one’s laughing now.8. Drama - 1800sTangible lightin the fog surroundingthe lamp-lit streets.9. Horror - faces at/on the windowsillAlone. Flashlight.A face in the window.Reflection broken.10. Transgressive – antisocialLiterate hermitcrab; book shells.11. Mythology – constellationsOrion