Pinky Ring
I started to look for artefacts to root me to a certain time or place.
Stories — fiction and nonfiction — about significant objects.
I started to look for artefacts to root me to a certain time or place.
I can’t seem to bring myself to paint over the remains.
My hands were shaking as I unsnapped the pouch.
Bust of Duck brought instant amusement to our racing minds.
Funky and bright, like a harmonica, with a dollop of schmaltz.
Prayers do have the ability to shine in the dark.
There wasn’t a speck of doubt that he was anything but English.
A spoon haunted by both Soviet and Nazi ghosts.
A symbol of my ancestors’ hopes for me.
It's the halo that protects and the circle that enables.
It increases my creative power in joyful ways.
Now featuring a removable Baby Jesus…
Unlike other tools, it is not connected with my everyday routine.