by Think In The Morning | Sep 30, 2024 | Words |
A house sprouts up amidst fir, redwoods, oak and a few bohemian misfits like cedar and manzanita. It speaks the language of the forest but it takes a geometric form that is alien to trees. It is autumn, the time of albacore, huckleberries and apples.“What are you?”...
by Think In The Morning | Jan 26, 2024 | Words |
I’m working on a new book – The Frolic Cafe. I started this project some time ago but abandoned the idea for lack of time. I am now well into the writing/editing phase. Below are several collages you may recognize. These were the featured art for the...
by Think In The Morning | Jul 9, 2023 | Words |
I see things. Out of the corners of my eyes. Bears in the woods. Snakes in the grass. Spiders in my bed. Warnings. They aren’t really there. But, they might be. And that’s the point. Better to see what isn’t there than miss what is. The dead watch us. They are out...
by Think In The Morning | Jun 27, 2023 | Words |
Unfinished Short Stories© 2024 David Herstle Jones Think in The Morning Short stories are currently being edited for...
by Think In The Morning | Mar 29, 2023 | Words |
The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit. John 3:8 Born of the wind, wisdom speaks in whispers, howls, whistles, roars, bellows,...
by Think In The Morning | Mar 12, 2023 | Words |
A tree filled with angels, bright angelic wings bespangling every bough like stars. William Blake’s childhood vision In the forest wood, among trees, without a path, trail, road, river, or star to find the way. Surrounded by dense underbrush, darkness and...
