My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Bathed in the spectral radiance of the full moon, Edges of fancy become distinct for a heartbeat, Shimmering with each toll of the hour. At the boundary between yesterday and tomorrow. A foot in both dimensions, I stand timorous, Hesitant in my decision. I walk toward the light...
Previously: "I know who you are, who you really are Noone." Duncan watched for Agatha's reaction. When she didn't flinch, he continued. "You know how old women tell children stories about monsters to make them behave? I already knew about monsters. My nanny told me about you, to give me hope." Duncan handed Agatha's rosary … Continue reading Blood orange sun
Art is man's nature; nature is God's art” ~ Philip James Bailey On my photo hikes, I've seen some amazing things. The flora and fauna of Florida is vibrant and dramatic. The colors and beauty of nature can never be duplicated by man, no matter how talented the artist.
An old notebook binder sat on the table. On the cover was a yellowed photo of a group of young women, the corners bent and torn. Ellis opened the book, and several pages fell out because the warped rings didn’t line up right. “If you don’t find it in the index, look very carefully through the entire … Continue reading Mail order bride
They lounged on opposite ends of the couch reading books of opposing viewpoints. Her feet rested in his lap as his absentmindedly massaged her calf. Laying down his book, he reached into his beard with both hands and raked it with curled fingers, coming away with a tiny piece of fuzz. "Here, I made you something." A single … Continue reading It’s the thought that counts
During the day, he mingles with the common man, and presides over his realm with an iron bearing. A man of obvious renown, he demands respect from his subjects, demands tribute for his favor. Astride his great steed, he is a commanding figure. Feared by little children and frail women, he need not say a … Continue reading Street royalty
Thin spiral notebook 