Jonnia

diary-a

    Cullen carries a small notepad in his pockets, periodically writing notes to himself, notes to me and occasionally a "ticket" if he feels I've broken one of his rules. He calls...
Posted by Jonnia on Mon, 12 Mar 2007 08:00:00 PST

from an old notebook

pulled from an old notebook, written years ago. simple, but still one of my favorites.      The words of this song flow too quickly to capture.   Ah, but the purest and sweetest jo...
Posted by Jonnia on Fri, 15 Sep 2006 09:40:00 PST

tag-a-long

there is a cold dark in my chest where once a fountain poured forth fire now a frozen   wait this is not my demon! where'd you come from little fella? here check his tag for a phone number &...
Posted by Jonnia on Mon, 04 Sep 2006 06:53:00 PST

child's- eye view

    Just the other day, my newly-turned-four-year-old crawled into my lap as I worked at my desk. "Can I help you, Mom?"   "Of course you can," as I hugged him to me, thankful for th...
Posted by Jonnia on Sun, 03 Sep 2006 01:15:00 PST

Hoover Dam

Hoover Dam   Hands chest-high on concrete I lean over and out          and the bottom of my soul          swings o...
Posted by Jonnia on Tue, 29 Aug 2006 12:24:00 PST