My journal of big words and pretty pictures
You catapult me through the stratosphere with a single touch. Rocketing across the sky, we stream white-hot contrails of desire. Sparks flying in all directions, setting fire to cotton ball clouds. Your hand upon my cheek leaves me giddy, the heat of your urgent whispers melt any doubts. I fear that we will spontaneously combust. … Continue reading First kiss
There once was a woolen simian Who loved Christmas toast with cinnamon Slathered in sugar and butter His heart was all aflutter When he ran out of bread, he used a hamburger bun
I found my Christmas Spirit, and all it cost me was $7.20. Monday was errand day, and I spent a good portion of the morning running around to too many stores, buying stuff I probably didn’t need, and grumbling about having to wear pants. My last stop was to pick up coffee creamer for The … Continue reading Christmas spirit
Hot, sweet cuppa tea Cinnamon, ginger, oranges Christmas memories Come share your favorite holiday memory in three lines, 17 syllables, 5-7-5... and it doesn't even have to rhyme.
Stretched out on the cool grass, arms pillowed behind my head, I watch the clouds dancing by, imagining those two are us. Our feet moving together in time to our song, waltzing silently over the surface of the water. I can feel your fingertips pressing gently into the small of my back, guiding me in … Continue reading Pirouette
Physical contact is as crucial to humans as food and water. Something as simple as a hand on a shoulder, or squeeze of a hand, can mean the difference between extinction and survival. Yet, just as there are empty calories, useless in sustaining our physical bodies, we need sincere contact to nurture our psychological bodies. … Continue reading Banquet
Thin spiral notebook 