Just a Font

Johnny Boy's Bones was written using the Garamond font. Here is my tribute.

In the quiet glow of amber, where stories unfold,
Garamond whispers, both modern and bold.
Its curves are a rhythm, each letter a step,
A path through the pages where my characters wept.

I write of the weary, the broken, the lost,
Of working hands, and the price of the cost.
The hum of the mother, the dust on the street,
The scent of old coffee, the shuffle of feet.

In every chapter, in every scene,
Garamond binds the words in between.
Its elegance simple, its lines true and clear,
Like the open roads we pass through, year after year.

The struggles real, the dreams often small,
But through every setback, they stand tall.
Garamond doesn’t shout, but it stands its ground,
A quiet reminder, where truths can be found.

I write of farmers, of mothers who fight,
Of fathers returning from the dead of night.
The scent of fresh bread, the heat of the sun,
The wear of the years, the work never done.

In each word, there’s a story untold,
Of lives that are steady, of hearts that are bold.
Garamond’s elegance, though calm and serene,
Echoes the struggle, the soul of the scene.

It’s in the sweat of the brow, in the hands that toil,
In the fields turned brown in the sun that does boil.
Garamond doesn’t rush, it simply lets be—
The quiet testament of humanity’s plea.

From the quiet suburbs to the city streets,
From the factory floors to the diner seats,
Each chapter comes alive in the buzz of the day,
Where Garamond helps the words find their way.

The moments are fleeting, yet they carry weight,
In the simple lives, in the twist of fate.
And Garamond, like the heart of the tale,
Keeps me grounded, keeps me from fail.

In the realism of each passing page,
In the struggles and joys of every stage,
Garamond is there, through thick and thin,
A reminder of where the real story begins.

It holds my pen steady, through silence and sound,
A font that listens, that circles around.
With every word written, every truth laid bare,
Garamond is there, with grace, with care.

So here’s to you, my font of choice,
The one who helps me find my voice.
In every chapter, you stand so tall,
Garamond, you capture it all.