My journal of big words and pretty pictures
“We have some unfinished business,” he said. “You didn’t fulfill your part of the contract.” Keeping a demure distance between us, I sat beside him on the bench. “I want to renegotiate my terms.” He put his sunglasses back on, then slapped his thighs before standing up. I jumped at the smacking sound. It wasn't … Continue reading Host for hire
The largest city I've lived in was Knoxville, TN. I was there, practically downtown, for three years while attending the University of Tennessee. I could literally walk anywhere I wanted to go. Saturdays were for sports. We made the Vol walk to Neyland Stadium on home game weekends with what seemed like the entire student … Continue reading Street scene
East, west, north or south Wandering, sometimes off track Still an adventure
A fine, dusting of yellow powder covered every surface of the grinding room. Two massive stones ground together, pulverizing hard, dried corn kernels. Meal, pressed between bed and runner, filled a hopper between 50-pound bags of grist waiting to be milled. Powered by an overshot flow of clear, cold mountain water, the heavy, wooden wheel … Continue reading Grisly mill
Leaving a trail of kisses from my strawberry stained lips, like bread crumbs through an enchanted forest, I scatter broken and bruised hearts in my wake. My sharp words are like brambles plucking at their sleeve. Not eager enough to hold tight, but honed to a razor's edge, ripping and tearing at delicate egos. Scars … Continue reading Trail of kisses
A diet of lemon water and rice cakes holds the promise of svelte limbs and a flat stomach. Faux curls and a touch of rouge only add to the fleeting illusion of youth.
Thin spiral notebook 