Hanukkah Howie vs. Santa Claus is a great picture book idea written by author David Michael Slater. The book is currently in its funding stage on the inkshares website where it is receiving a great deal of interest. I will be packing this book full of fun and lively illustrations depicting the inset characters as they compete…
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. glass and ashes .
today i write of glass and ashes, inspired before, then swept by other’s moments. witness the cleaning, month passed, in our surprise forgot the soot and dashes, to burnish wax. today, a small task. a small task to help those words look old. ©sbm
.the main thing .
is probably that there is none, maybe. is all a mixture, some feel important, others may seem like minor details, yet part of that whole, that make us, makes a life. a small life maybe, yet some of those things will be remembered. sbm.
Inner Geek: Be True to You
I need a favor. It will only take about ten minutes of your time, and I promise there’s something awesome in it for you. Before we go on, I need you to ponder two questions. First, do you want to be successful? Second, do you want to be inspired—today, right now? (more…)
. writing .
have spent three days handwriting, neatly. it gets on my nerves that it is so tidy, repetitive, that i never did achieve the badge at school for such a skill. words a bother too, always gentle, no grit really, no filth, or dastardly deeds. i spent three days writing, one eye closed,…
. speck .
is there some thing in your eye, did you see it properly or maybe it is in the mind. yesterday came suddenly. some of us weren’t talking, then we did, yet some still don’t. is this boring? this is the stuff of life today, random, when life is soft, nothing precious to worry…
. the code .
in the cold, frozen, the code will not work, nor will the counting with interuptions, all things moved about. there is a discount, on top the discount, so a discussion ensued on buttons, roman costumes, whether egyptians used starch back then. my mother did, mixed it, dissolved the lumps in a bowl ready.…
. shopping spree .
it is a new store,the chapel architecture restored. i remember the day they cleaned the stone, noisy. i was opposite with cofffee, trying to chat. he did not seem to notice the interruption. they have candles, subtle shades, non drip, yet have sold out of ragged ribbon, a big disappointment. i commented on…
. hopping .
went yesterday, there were floods by the cob, seems the sheep were safe. quiet in the stores, people still stuiffed, including me, aren’t we lucky, fortunate in our lot. saw the lad from the theatre, had a hug. the next store, just round the corner sparrows outside bathing in puddles. bought our sticks, some ribbon…
. moving the pictures .
after twenty years, the backs need dusting, the new one to be hung. it is a little drawing, done with conentration and love. we drive the valley, a new venue, visit the pictures, there is no reduction for being old, so we choose the best seats. new years day. sbm.
. the date .
what can i say, except happy. mine started after the solstice really, it seemed to make more sense, yet i will go along with the rest today, say happy. we should say happy everyday. i think it is a thread that runs level, while the bad and joyous stuff, is another,…
. six, twenty four .
for those in peril on the sea plays each morning steadily. fingers tap the sounds, the words, little ideas readily. wore rags, ate off broken plates before it was screened. yet i bet this is not a first, not really our idea. so we keep on mending, making, pray…