My journal of big words and pretty pictures
“You’ll never find it,” Bobbi said, kicking at dry leaves blowing against her feet. “He left a gift,” Jules said, her hand shading her eyes from the sun. “so he also left a way to find it.” Bobbi and Jules stood at the corner of a vast meadow, a small grove of elms and oak … Continue reading A standout
Warning flags flying Rip currents, jellyfish, sharks Fun day at the beach
The sign hanging outside the seamstress’ shop creaked as it slowly swayed above the store entrance. Flakes of sun-bleached paint fell with each swing peppering the sidewalk dull green and yellow. If passers-by peered through the storefront’s milky, open-backed windows, they would see stripped dress forms lined up like a phalanx of linen and papier-mâché … Continue reading Open call
Recently, I started reading a new book - "Two Years Eight Months and Twenty-Eight Nights” by Salman Rushdie. I’ll do the math for you… that’s 1001 Nights, or you might recognize the more familiar Americanized version, “Arabian Nights,” of Ali Baba fame. This telling occurs in the near future after a devastating storm hits New … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Gift
I try to avoid walking down that side of the street, though sometimes I can’t escape it. Whenever I go past the abandoned lot hidden behind pealing paint and rusty nails, I get that feeling that someone is watching me. Like, If I turned around suddenly I’d see a wild-eyed face pressed against the weathered … Continue reading Watching, waiting
“For the mind disturbed, the still beauty of dawn is nature's finest balm”  Edwin Way Teale
Thin spiral notebook 