His daughter moved with the elegance of a giraffe.
She was touching ceilings before her fifteenth birthday.
Her leather notepads were covered in equations for chemical reactions that produced pure substances.
She had a black pen resting on her left ear and bought five breast pocketed shirts to keep her small black leather notepad at all times to counter her jigsaw memory.
This is not a shrine, but fragments of time that remind me how even endings leave their ink behind — a place where words that once mattered can finally rest.
2 Lines each day...
from the forest, from the furrows, from the field ... and further
relishing in life's surprises, delighting in food, travel, art
The Writings of an Aspiring Cadaver
the literary asylum
grano a grano el gallo se llena el buche
"Hay que inyectarse cada día de fantasía para no morir de realidad" Ray Bradbury.
Making media that matters; Empowering others to create media too
A bit of entertainment, a dash of humor - life in a multi-cat household!
"Be yourself - everyone else is already taken."
Autism, Anxiety and Allergies. Please feel free to email me abigailbrookshalling@gmail.com
bipolar, uninterrupted
Asperganoid 