The Knock
The house
posted by .Tom Kapanka | 10:12 AM
patterns of ink
How fruitless to be ever thinking yet never embrace a thought... to have the power to believe and believe it's all for naught. I, too, have reckoned time and truth (content to wonder if not think) in metaphors and meaning and endless patterns of ink. Perhaps a few may find their way to the world where others live, sharing not just thoughts I've gathered but those I wish to give. Tom Kapanka
About Me
- Name: .Tom Kapanka
- Location: Lake Michigan Shoreline, Midwest, United States
By Grace, I'm a follower of Christ. By day, I'm a recently retired school administrator; by night (and always), I'm a husband and father (and now a grandfather); and by week's end, I sometimes find myself writing or reading in this space. Feel free to join in the dialogue.
- A House in Winter's Hold
- Bean Soup
- Geography and Me
- Mixed Milk
- Dream Pony
- Dave's Take on "Dream Pony"
- My Father's Hands
- The Experimental Sonnet
- Three Days into Spring
- I've Been Snoped!
Friday, February 10, 2006
The house
4 Comments:
I this how it feels to get a comment on a blog that hardly anyone ever reads?
Yes, actually... among other things, it could definitely apply to that. Do you blog? Some bloggers use their space to keep up-to-date with frinds, etc. Patterns is a bit more reclusive... My family loves stories and enjoys these--or pretends to, but I do enjoy knowing someone else occasionally "knocks." Feel free to do it again, and if you have any "general" questions, feel free to ask, but like you I prefer to remain somewhat anonymous on the net.
No. I don't write on a weblog but I do read them when I have time. some of yours take awhile but I have read many. The short ones stand out to me. Whatever happened to the end of the one in the hospital?
I accidentally deleted the rest of the chapters and it's taken a long time to rewrite them--too long. I'm beginning to forget what they said, but everything worked out okay.
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