My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Too often man handles life as he does the bad weather. He whiles away the time as he waits for it to stop.” ~ Alfred Polgar If only we had the means to predict Life’s storms as we can Nature’s. A vision of what was coming, and how it was building into a maelstrom over … Continue reading Clearing skies
“How long’s it been?” He spun around, looking up into the stained-glass mosaic of fall leaves. She smiled, steadying him with a coy hand on his back. “Oh, no,” she said. “I’ll only say it was the summer I turned 14.” “That’s not very helpful,” he circled around so her hand was on his chest. … Continue reading Falling in love
She worries about my ink and the extra bling in my ears, and nose, and navel, while fretting with the solitary Swarovski gems adorning her 00 gauge, stretched out earlobes. Arched, over-engineered brows punctuate her displeasure. She pooh-poohs my Black Dahlia lips, her blue morpho butterfly wing lids fluttering in fear. A tremulous rebuttal declaring … Continue reading All an Acts
More of Andrew's story... A scruffy grocery delivery man loitered in the hallway, teetering on the brink of passing out at any moment into a drug-induced euphoria. “You are far too good at your job, stop it,” Roni said when she answered the door. “You’re creeping me out.” Mayfield morphed before her eyes. The disheveled … Continue reading Shell of a man
Sometimes you get a second chance. You fight your way out of the darkness, Wrestling rumbling doubts, raven fears Sorrow unrelenting that rips, and tears And strips apart All reason and sanity. Emerging through a glimmer of hope Into the dawning light, a whisper of Possibilities stirring the fragile silence. As surely as night gives … Continue reading Second chance
The brindle cat was on the prowl. She sauntered down the darkened hallway, caterwauling. The fur ball had a mouse and was bringing it home to feed her family. Mom was half asleep, but was brought fully awake when the cat pounced on the bed, dragging her catch with her. Depositing the freshly-caught, furry wet … Continue reading In for the kill
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