When I was a teenager, my family lived in a farmhouse built before the Civil War. Rooms had been added on as the family grew and the kitchen was moved inside. It was a large and simple - the opposite of an antebellum manse - with a few oddly offset rooms. It was a perfect house to … Continue reading Throwback Thursday – 16 Days Until Halloween
I saw a surf shop mannequin in a wet suit and witch hat this weekend. Someone had drawn eyes on paper and taped them in place. They weren't particularly witchy eyes, but they transformed her blank visage to a face. She was a winsome, sporty witch. It was a short-sleeved, short-legged wetsuit. Because it's still bathing … Continue reading Halloween In Florida – 29 Days Until Halloween
CAPTAIN G by Victoria Nations Rough seas at bedtime, the faithful crew of stuffies rush around, pulling ropes and sails. My glass scans the horizon, but riding the surf is too thrilling to turn into that calm port ahead. A huge island rises above the waves, and we cry: It’s a gum ball! I love … Continue reading Captain G – A Love Poem For May 20
OVERLOOK by Victoria Nations I would get lost on those curved roads rising up between mountains I would drag my fingers to slow my descent as I slid down into the valleys I would savor the view as I travelled
WISHES by Victoria Nations I saw the sun sink into the ocean and the water steamed up where it touched, and though the ocean was large, the sun was so much bigger. I watched the sea boil away as the sun kept sinking down, and finally it sat balanced on the ocean floor. A sheath … Continue reading WISHES
Where would you sleep? The museum has a vaulted ceiling and columns reaching so high they look hazy from the bottom floor. Everything seems to be made of stone, despite accents of polished wood and glass. Arched windows are stacked in rows along the uppermost walls. Their lines are delicate, but you know they would … Continue reading Friday Writing – Where Would You Sleep?
Sometimes stories lurk behind things. I went to a festival the other night, and we cut through a side street of old storefronts with dusty windows. There was raw red brick and arched doorways with iron gates. There were lights from the parade just a block over, but the side street was almost too dark to photograph. The street was inviting, stopping me … Continue reading Ghost Stories Lurking in Doorways