Showing posts from July, 2012

If All the World were Paper

Sam learns to write--September 2011  jlc.
Thank goodness for paper in all its glorious forms, surfaces for saying in pen (cil) what needs to be said NOW, available everywhere for the asking.
Napkins are handy at that dinner with a friend, the back of a program will do when inspiration strikes during Scene Deux.
Church bulletins--always!-- (but more white space would be nice...) maybe next to the Small Group announcement?
The endpapers of a book, the margins of a book.
Writers must write-- and when the Spirit moves, any paper will do....
Now where did I put that placemat from last week's lunch? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My daughter Leah Johnson is a chef here in Tacoma, WA. I had lunch there last week and wrote this while I waited for my clam chowder.
sharing withdVerse Pub for Open Link Night 51 Some really great poetry there!