My journal of big words and pretty pictures
It was a day like those long-ago halcyon days of our childhood - carefree and boundless. Golden summer days when our only worry was which flavor of syrup to get in our sodas. This day was a cherry Coke kind of day, a little sweet with a taste of sour on the back of our … Continue reading Long train runnin’
More of Andrew's story... When Clay Grainger walked out of Woodson State Penitentiary, a gleaming black Escalade with heavily tinted windows was waiting in the parking lot. Grainger carried an orange trash bag, the same bags work inmate crews used when picking up trash along the highway. Filled with what few belongings he managed to … Continue reading The chase begins
Gullible people Food for praying mantis Eating their liver With fava beans and a nice Chianti, while off their meds *Praying mantis eat their prey while it's alive; fava beans, liver, and red wine are listed as verboten foods for people taking Monoamine Oxidase Inhibitors. The combination is potentially fatal. Anyone who is prescribed MAOIs … Continue reading Preying mantis
Kicking back, lazy Sunshine, cool breeze, crystal waves Happy place dreamin’
More of Andrew's story... For nearly two decades, Clay Grainger sat in a tiny 6X9-foot cell, surrounded by bricks and steel - no privacy, no secrets. His neighbors heard every fart, every sob, every nightmare. It wasn’t enough that he hit his worthless attorney where it hurt the most. Killing his women was only the … Continue reading Man on a mission
Capt. Poppy Spector carefully guided her craft toward shore, focusing on finding any kind of shelter from the building storm. After so long adrift, finally nearing solid ground left her shifting between joy and panic. Her legs and arms, the muscles atrophied from disuse, trembled in anticipation. The ship’s hull scraped against the sandy shore, … Continue reading A salt life
Thin spiral notebook 