by Abbe Rolnick | Aug 2, 2018 | Abbe's Notes
Self-banging gongs. Stormy night harnesses nature. Morning rhymes—here come the chimes....
by Abbe Rolnick | Jul 19, 2018 | Abbe's Notes
I admit that each character flaw is my own. And the stories I tell are how I grow. Imagination is the first stem in seeing more. Without the possible there is no probable. ~Abbe
by Abbe Rolnick | Jul 12, 2018 | Abbe's Notes
Devoid of all nail-polish. A finish of callouses and cuts, soothed by grease. A woman’s hands hold the child, the groceries. Burns when cooking, soothed by a child’s folded fingers. A woman’s hands, absent of frills, unites in muscled massages, honored by hugs....
by Abbe Rolnick | Jul 5, 2018 | Abbe's Notes
¼ dose fog, ¼ dos clouds, 5/8 sunshine, 1/8 rainbows. To live only in a fog—removes clarity. Too much sunshine—breeds complacency. Crisp lines—follow the lifting of fog. A dash of rain and sun—colors the world. ~Abbe
by Abbe Rolnick | Jun 21, 2018 | Abbe's Notes
I’d rather meander on rugged paths than bush-whack my exit. You can’t move forward without an entrance. There is no end. Always in Space. ~Abbe
by Abbe Rolnick | Jun 14, 2018 | Abbe's Notes
Our heart muscles stretch to give more, love more. Understand more. Our mind expands. Our lungs inflate. Laughter in our spirit. ~Abbe
