02 June 2014

Letters of Note

If you haven't heard of it already, Letters of Note compiled by Shaun Usher is an excellent find! It is a 350ish page collection of correspondence from people like Albert Einstein, Fidel Castro and Queen Elizabeth but also the likes of Groucho Marx, Iggy Pop and Mick Jagger. Legendary letters and unknown letters all fill the pages and where there is not the actual image of the letter is a picture of the author to add some depth and art to the pages. I am beyond pleased to have found such an excellent collection of history and can't wait to read more of it! I hope you stumble upon this book as well and find as much joy as I have from it.


Happy Monday everyone!

31 May 2014

Kelley's Not-So-Dead Husband

After her husband died, Kelley just wasn't the same. She didn't cry much because she just couldn't. Instead at night she just drifted to sleep out of pure exhaustion from constant grief riding on her shoulders. She often woke up grasping the pillow that still smelled like him. She would fall asleep heartbroken then wake up happy only to be shattered as soon as she realized it was all a dream.

One night, as Kelley slept, she was softly nudged awake. It was him. It was her husband. It was all a bad dream!

“I can't sleep,” he whispered to her, breathing softly on her neck as he nuzzled closer to her in bed.

Kelley opened her eyes. Her bed was drenched from the cold sweat she woke up in. Frantically she searched her bed. He wasn't there anymore! He was just there, she can still feel his breath on her neck. That's when she noticed what she was holding. She was clutching the shirt they cremated him in. Her mind was racing. It is impossible for her to have his shirt!

“Mommy? Daddy told me last night that he couldn't sleep,” Kelley looked at her doorway, still unsure as to what was going on when her son walked in, “Mommy, the box daddy is in keeps talking in his voice.”

Kelley was horrified. She looked at her son with complete shock then looked back at the shirt in her hands. All that remained was ash and the shirt was gone.

1 June 2014

Il l'aime, Elle l'aime

He looked at her,
She looked at him,
Their eyes locked
And sparks flew!
He went to speak,
So did she,
No words did come
But smiles graced them.
They sat with sushi
And whispered in a corner,
He loved her gentleness,
She loved his blue eyes.
They fell in love that day,
They kept falling in love,
He yearned for her daily
And she dreamt of him nightly.
A mutual fondness,
A mutual appreciation,
Il l'aime
Et elle l'aime.


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