Journal Entry 1

February 5th 2011

Hello Maurice. Maurice M Thomas. That’s your full name in case you’ve forgotten. Today is my 72nd birthday… and .. not quite a gift, but Martha came by my apartment today to bring me some of those mighty tasty cookies from the bakery on McCart St, and say a quick happy birthday. But when I opened the door she gasped and dropped them all over the floor g...

Papa always told me it’s important to be honest. Once, I came home with a roll of quarters n’ he asked where I got’em from. “I found em’ ” I told him without any hesitation. He bout blew a gasket when he found out I slipped it out of Mrs.Audrey’s desk when she wasn’t lookin’. “Don’tcha know them quarters where used to pay fer school lunches fer the kids that ain’t got none?” He asked. Sittin acros...

Deep breaths take up far more space than silence. Don’t you think?

Deep breaths often prelude an ensemble of words that will never return, but rather get stuck in your head. Like a song. Like a song..

Words that may have been collected. Saved. Edited. Perfectly arranged for one purpose.

Words that aren’t wanted. Aren’t asked for. But given to you all the same. Perhaps silence would be a far great...