Coffee House Writers

Top Menu

Main Menu

  • Home
  • Article Categories
    • Creativity
    • Culture
    • Design
    • Family
    • Fashion
    • Fiction
    • Food
    • Environment
    • Health
    • Home
    • Lifestyle
    • Media
    • Memories
    • Music
    • Nonfiction
    • Poetry
    • Politics
    • Relationships
    • Sports
    • Style
    • Technology
    • Travel
  • About Us
    • Our Story
    • Our Founder
  • Meet Our Admin
    • Chief Editors
    • Editors
    • Poetry Editors
    • Advertising Team
    • Recruiting Team
    • Book Club
  • Testimonials
  • Apply
  • Login

logo

Coffee House Writers

  • Home
  • Article Categories
    • Creativity
    • Culture
    • Design
    • Family
    • Fashion
    • Fiction
    • Food
    • Environment
    • Health
    • Home
    • Lifestyle
    • Media
    • Memories
    • Music
    • Nonfiction
    • Poetry
    • Politics
    • Relationships
    • Sports
    • Style
    • Technology
    • Travel
  • About Us
    • Our Story
    • Our Founder
  • Meet Our Admin
    • Chief Editors
    • Editors
    • Poetry Editors
    • Advertising Team
    • Recruiting Team
    • Book Club
  • Testimonials
  • Apply
  • Login
  • Emily Part III

  • When Are You Coming Back

  • 90s Scripted TV Made Streaming Possible

  • Let Us Grow

  • Arvid, Chapter Three

  • Confessions of a Gypsy

  • Pill Dog: Part 6

  • Ma Millie-3

  • Blooming

  • The Fool

  • Enigma

  • Why an Amazing Choir Director Absolutely Changes the World

  • Mr. Keith’s House – Part IV

  • Facing Old Foes 

  • Same Day, Different Universe – 3

  • Hope

  • Crescent Moons Part 31

  • The North Wind – Part 6

  • Emily Part II

  • Roaring Pageant Murders: Part Three

  • Part 2: They Came For Munchies

  • How to Self-Edit

  • My Freedom, Mon Amor

  • Arvid, Chapter 2

  • The Untouchable and Invisible World

  • The Mystery of Cash Castle: Part 10

  • Like A Naked Branch

  • The radiance on his face

  • Pillows

  • 5 Benefits of Touch

CreativityFamilyFictionMemoriesHome
Home›Creativity›The House

The House

By Rachel Du Mont-Greenlee
July 25, 2022
390
0
Share:
Front door to home
Coffee House Writers / Rachel Du Mont-Greenlee

It sat on a lot. On a concrete foundation poured years and years ago, mazes of cement like outlines for a future. Stakes of iron held it together, and puzzles of timber erected a roof. Windowpanes witnessed Christmas mornings, marine-layered springs, fairy summers, and crisp falls.

This grand model wore stains from nail polish and scuffs from stiletto heels. Voices from times passed diffused into the walls, whispering memories during each hallway stroll. Time weathered the banister railing. Footprints molded into the stairway runner.

Cinnamon scented mornings alongside hazelnut brews. Vanilla diffused like perfume from glass bottles with reed sticks. Dark wood made elegant rooms where they sat, read, cooked, and loved.

Garden roses, agapanthus, hibiscus, and calla lilies sprouted from delicate bulbs into wind-dancing blooms. Patient with persistent suns and welcomed petaled neighbors. Caged fires roasted white fluff to prime goldenness. A long wooden table collected feasts.

Couches were for cuddles and the piano for evening tunes. Fortunate mornings brought them around a curved slab of granite, whorls of gold and black and tan and ivory, representations of stories told in the stone.

Mirrors glimpsed faces. Wrinkles born, freckles faded, braced teeth perfected into Saturday night smiles. Hung onto walls whose colors changed with a flick of a brush. Over the years, they reflected unaccustomed eyes.

Shutters came and went, and doors with scrolls opened to the next stage. Framed photographs memorialized eras old, time-travel in all viewers.

At night, beams creaked, walls moaned, and glass panes drank up spears of moonlight. Rugs caught falls. Money trees offered luck. Fireplaces gathered crowds and put on shows. Chandeliers shined; dewdrops of light spilling floor bound. Closets enshrined soccer trophies, ballet slippers, and softball gloves.

Houses never lied, truth in their build, trust in their rafters.

It was always a house. The family made it home.

Tagswritingcreative writingMemoriesFlash FictionHomeHouseCoffee House WritersfictionTimefamily
Previous Article

Dragon’s Rise – Part Five

Next Article

Promises

0
Shares
  • 0
  • +
  • 0
  • 0
  • 0
  • 0

Rachel Du Mont-Greenlee

As an antiquarian, Rachel Du Mont-Greenlee grew up knowing she’d incorporate history into her career, studying ancient civilizations and the physical, cerebral, and social jewels they left behind. During her studies at California Polytechnic State University, San Luis Obispo, where Du Mont-Greenlee earned her bachelor’s degree in City and Regional Planning, Du Mont- Greenlee realized her passion for architecture and urban forms, physical spaces that bridge cultures and enable sociality. After working several years in public and private sector urban planning, Du Mont-Greenlee returned to academia, earning her master’s degree in Social Anthropology from Goldsmiths College, University of London. At Goldsmiths, she wrote anthropological ethnographies including the following topics: how sense of place authenticity relays to mental experiences in restaurants, and an auto-ethnographic piece on the South Orange County suburbs that moves between architecture and people and sets an analogy between the making of homes and the making of housewives, informed by classic feminist theory. To better understand the politics of place, place authenticity, historical remembrance through spatial awareness, and architecture’s construction of sociality, she spent a year and a half researching urban trends during the coronavirus pandemic in London, England. Du Mont- Greenlee compared her social findings that society underwent gentrification of the mind amid the pandemic to the gentrification of urban places, including Shoreditch, London. In doing so, she found that anything—even longstanding architectural bastions once revered for their ingenuity could be erased or forgotten. Much like the books of old burned for their revolutionary messages. While not sculpted from brick and mortar or concrete or wood, the written word weathers time as do the architectural wonders of the world. Both are fragile, capable of crumbling in a moment, but both transcend time and remind humankind of history. Touched equally by the lives of collapsed civilizations as those breathing alongside her today, Du Mont-Greenlee believes the marvels humans create reflect the soul of humankind. These ideas inspire the non-fiction articles she writes for Coffee House Writers and her fiction manuscript Edge of Worlds.

Related articles More from author

  • Mario
    FictionHomeMediaTechnologyCreativityEntertainmentFamilyRelationshipsRomance

    Happy Anniversary

    January 24, 2022
    By Cadie B. Krivoniak
  • Light and Shadow
    EnvironmentHealthEntertainmentCultureCreativityRelationshipsFictionMemories

    Found- Part Twenty Five

    September 14, 2020
    By LM Hernandez
  • woman in a river
    FictionPoetryMemoriesCultureCreativity

    Thirst

    March 22, 2021
    By Lisa Post
  • Flower
    MemoriesCultureCreativityFamilyRelationshipsPoetry

    EVERYDAY

    October 21, 2019
    By B.R.Henry
  • subway platform
    FictionEntertainmentMysteryHorrorCreativity

    The Board – Part 6

    July 26, 2021
    By Deannad
  • Two changing crescent moons in a pitch black sky.
    RelationshipsFictionEntertainmentCultureCreativityFamily

    Crescent Moons Part 7

    September 28, 2020
    By C.D. Lombardi

Leave a reply Cancel reply

You may be interested

  • medieval castle grounds
    EntertainmentMediaCreativityRelationshipsFiction

    Born In Light XIX

  • Dancing
    CreativityRelationshipsFiction

    A Dance

  • RelationshipsFictionRomanceEnvironmentEntertainmentPoliticsCreativityFamily

    The Hand That Steers The Kingdom – Part 23

Find us on Facebook

About us

  • coffeehousewriters3@gmail.com

Follow us

© Copyright 2018-2022 Coffee House Writers. All Rights Reserved. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s administrator and owner is strictly prohibited.