My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The drawer stuck. It was either from being overstuffed with junk, or the Georgia humidity warped the wood. Either way, Reagan unleashed a week’s worth of frustration on the poor handle trying to force it open. Alerted to her struggle by a string of random swear words, Kevin came into the kitchen just in time … Continue reading A box of memories
This wasn’t some passive summer zephyr. No gentle breezes to ruffle our beach blankets, and tease the canvas umbrella. It was a tempest moving quickly towards shore. A broken bar code of rain tumbled headlong across the horizon. Fishing boats struggled through the onslaught of boiling waves, rocking precariously upon the breakers. Frantic schools of … Continue reading Storm clouds
It was actually happening. After all those years of joking about it, Mister finally agreed. I’m not sure if I wore him down, or convinced him it was a good idea. We sold off everything, bought an RV and made plans to travel the U.S. The yard sale was his idea. His way of needling me, … Continue reading Yard sale
I was a youngster when they returned, with their massive airships and mind-boggling technology. They promised to depart their knowledge to us. They promised prosperity, they promised an end to disease and disability. What they didn’t tell us was at what cost - total domination. What they didn’t expect was how advanced we became during … Continue reading Xenophobia
He should come with a warning sign. As a necessary providence, there should be a barrier of yellow caution tape cordoning off access from unwitting females so they can’t get too close. His charisma is a malignant contagion, casing a pall of invisibility over everyone around him. His endless need for attention an all consuming … Continue reading Proceed with caution
Coursing through my veins, a pulse that throbs to the point of pain, is this need to purge the words inside my head. Lit from within, they boil and churn, sometimes in a coherent rhythm, sometimes in a vortex of confusion and madness. Unbidden, they emerge as fully formed creatures, with backstories and foreshadows. They … Continue reading Backstories and foreshadows
Thin spiral notebook 