My journal of big words and pretty pictures
So, lay me down Let the only sound Be the over flow Pockets full of stones ~ Florence Welch, Florence and the Machine, "What the Water Gave Me" This scene and the song lyrics seemed very appropriate to me for this time of year. I live in a tourist area along the Gulf of Mexico. For … Continue reading What the water gave me
She looked over her list, crossing off another address before moving on. Folding up the yellow, legal pad page, she tucked it into her pocket with her other notes. At the next intersection, a neighborhood flyer was tacked to a lamppost. She ripped it down, not even leaving a torn corner scrap of paper. The … Continue reading Making a list, checking it twice
I’m a collector of words. I keep an ever-growing lists of intriguing words. Words I’ve read in a book, or heard in movies or on television, words gifted to me by friends and family. I love words. I’ve bookmarked pages of lists on my laptop - animals groups (did you know you call a group of … Continue reading What’s the word
Mildred frowned. She would never get back those last four hours. The wasted time was only redeemed by also being spent with her granddaughter, Stella. The same granddaughter who insisted she could teach her grandmother how to use a smartphone. Emojis, texts, apps, camera and voice messaging… it was all so foreign. Whatever happened to … Continue reading Book ‘im, Danno
Goodwood Duxford tales… Pepperidge Township shops shuttered their storefronts. Residents locked their doors and turned out their lights. A self-imposed curfew emptied the town streets, even dogs hid under porches and in barns sensing what ghastly horde was about to descend on their homes and lives. Concealing herself inside her bedroom closet, buried under a … Continue reading No man’s land
She lived inside her head, A snug space, comfortable but lonely. In time her solitude took up too much room. She reconsidered being a hermit, And went outside to change her mind.
Thin spiral notebook 