My journal of big words and pretty pictures
R.A.I.N. is now a four-letter word around here. I worry that my fingers and toes are beginning to grow webbing. Rising waters, thunder and lightning, and all around ennui again trapped me indoors much of the week. August alone had about 8 inches of precipitation - average rainfall for August is only a quarter of … Continue reading Yarn over, pull through
I stepped through thick scrub into a silence so profound, I worried that I miscalculated the jump and landed in an in-between time. These were the right ruins, where were the ghosts?
Order is the shape upon which beauty depends.” ~ Pearl S. Buck
Alone at the Carousel, I tried to figure out if the bar was revolving again or if I had one too many absinthes. A reservoir glass of Oz green liquid sat in front of me. A silver filigree spoon, balanced across the rim, held a glimmering sugar cube. A carafe of ice water was within … Continue reading Green fairy
Her Noisy Typer app was working perfectly. Despite the silicone skin lying protectively over her laptop keyboard, the nostalgic clacking of letters materializing across her screen was comforting. Too bad the words were complete twaddle. How she longed for the days when she could rip out the offending paper from the carriage, wadding it into … Continue reading Typing test
“I’ll call when I get back in town.” The tinny timbre of her voice amplified the distance between them. “The conference ends today, but my flight home puts me back at Hartsfield around 3 a.m. tomorrow.” “I can meet you, that way you won’t need a taxi.” He hoped he didn’t sound too needy. “Don’t … Continue reading Flying lessons
Thin spiral notebook 