My journal of big words and pretty pictures
News is fleeting, soon enough Passing into the realm of myth. Pen to paper, words made real. Town crier proclaiming truths, Forgotten once they leave his lips. Posted where the world can see Held up to public scrutiny With iron and steel, Until the wind changes, Another scrap of news posted.
The Prince refused to allow Agatha to best him. He would chase his runaway bride through the castle tombs and drag her back to make her suffer for his humiliation. Lashing out with his dagger, the Prince attempted to defend himself against the onslaught of phantoms pouring out of the catacombs. A vain effort, his blade … Continue reading Conspirators
Life’s fleeting moments Caught on yellowing paper Vignettes of the past
The landscape sped by my window reminding me of the moving images of an old zoetrope. Hypnotized by the rhythmic clacking of the train's wheels, I daydreamed of cowboys and iron horses. It was his idea to ride the train to visit him. He wanted me to see the countryside, and have time to fall … Continue reading Cowboys and iron horses
Agatha sat on the beach, her face turned upward to let the sea breezes and sun wash over her. Deftly fingering the beads of her old rosary, she silently recited her blessings, ending with the name of the priest who gave his life for hers. The open expanse of the shoreline was a stark contrast … Continue reading A nightmare comes calling
"She needs more paper and colored pencils." Two men stood behind a large window, observing a young woman in the adjacent room. Bent closely over a pile of white pages covered in detailed drawings, she meticulously added lines to her images. A supply of pencils was scattered haphazardly across the table. A closer look showed … Continue reading A tangerine sky
Thin spiral notebook 