My journal of big words and pretty pictures
He sat in the corner of the back pew trying to follow along with the altar call hymn. He stumbled over the phrasing, the words alien on his tongue. “Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind…” He held the last note too long, his off-key voice echoing off the stone walls well after the other … Continue reading Take me to church
If only she took the less novel approach, perhaps handing out wholesome snacks for trick or treat, like little boxes of raisins, or prepackaged flaxseed granola made with organic honey. Cassandra wouldn’t hear it. She wanted her house to stand out in the neighborhood as the one with the most talked about Halloween goodies. She claimed … Continue reading The novel approach
You sought to dull my voice, Casting my words into the blankness, Tossed and swallowed with malice. In your cruelty you rejoice. No guiding star to lead me On a path I did not choose, I stumble, yet still refuse This penance defiantly. Engulfed in poisoned air Deafened by brackish lies, blinded By your razor-edged hatred … Continue reading Tideland
Oscar the Grouch was her accomplice. The ill-tempered and grumpy consigliere would ride shotgun on Cassie’s pink and purple Big Wheel as she terrorized her neighborhood. Lately, the four-year-old was on a grouch spree, spilling red juice on Mrs. Allen’s white carpet, asking her sitter for tuna pie with chocolate sauce for lunch, and demanding … Continue reading All points bulletin
He poured his glass of merlot on the floor in a thin, deliberate stream, expecting me to immediately move to mop up the puddle. Fighting the urge to clean, I stepped over his mess to refill my glass. I wiped the maroon splatter from the top of my shoe on the back of my other pant … Continue reading A fine whine
The campfire burnt low, its glowing embers sacrificing no warmth to the ebony night. Long shadows stretched toward the treeline, reaching out bony fingers towards the deepening darkness. The moonless sky, stippled with pinpricks of light, hung like a shroud over the woods. Kia sat cross-legged by the dying fire, humming her tribe’s funeral song. … Continue reading Making peace
Thin spiral notebook 