My journal of big words and pretty pictures
For some inexplicable reason little kids love to smash pennies. Flatten them into hot, thin wafers embossed with images from vacation spots around the country... maybe even the world. They whine for two quarters and the shiniest, newest one-cent coin from their parents, only to mutilate them with a few cranks of a massive rolling … Continue reading Childhood relics
She imagined that deep inside his chest a tiny transistor battery powered his heart like in her old Zenith radio. The tick-tock of his artificial mechanisms drowned out his rote homilies, his analytical effort to dissuade her. Encased behind dark sunglasses, rational and calculating, he was pragmatic to a fault. As if allowing himself to … Continue reading Behind the curtain
He was a squat old man, As wide as he was tall. Dapper in his ulster and chapeau, The brim pulled down just so. His rakish smile as debonair As his chivalrous hand kisses, As elegant as his cavalier bows. With a tip of his hat, and bent knee, He charmed the ladies, entertained the … Continue reading A rakish smile
From the hollow, looking up at Hog Ridge Mountain at night, the faint glow from Lottie’s lantern was always visible. It was easy to lose the flickering among the fireflies, but then you realized one glow wasn’t moving Her pa made her sit outside when she wanted to read, but only after dark when she finished all … Continue reading Bookworm
“Hooligan!” The old man, almost bent in half by age, yells at us as we pass his house. “Get off my lawn!” His lawn is tuffs of persistent weeds pushing up through cracks in the sidewalk. He stands in front of an abused recliner that fills up most of his rusty, iron balcony. Hanging precariously over the … Continue reading For want of a horse
Forty pound alarm Blasting at Butt Crack ‘O Dawn There’s no snooze button
Thin spiral notebook 