My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Ideas, hurled like cannon balls, are indiscriminate in their destruction. A special license should be required before shooting off your mouth. Spewing ignorant words in a spray of hatred and bigotry, bullets of misogyny and intolerance raining down without any regard for who they wound. Sticks and stones… words kill more people than guns and knives. You … Continue reading Point blank
I walk everywhere, and I walk fast. It’s like I’m always in a hurry. If I walk at breakneck speed, my brain moves at hyper speed. Sometimes that gets me in trouble, other times that speed sparks my imagination. Most of my best stories come to me when I’m out for a walk or hiking in the … Continue reading Out walking
She is quite ordinary. A middle-aged, work-from-home mother of two adult children, married to her college sweetheart, living in a small rancher in small-town America, with a cat and a dog, and more debt than can be paid off in her lifetime. She spends her days puttering around an empty home, dusting the same bookcase … Continue reading Fading from view
Writer’s Block [noun] the state of stymied inspiration; unable to coherently write or lacking the ability to form new ideas or create new storylines; when the voices in your head stop talking to you. We all need a little help, or a gentle push, sometimes to get our imagination going. Other times, it’s fun to … Continue reading Getting the word out
They say that I am broken, like the window in my old truck. Cracked, shattered, fractured into so many pieces I will never be whole again. But, they are wrong. A chip here and there, hardly makes me ruined. I have character. I have Kintsugi. My scars make me beautiful. They are hieroglyphs that tell … Continue reading Window cracked
Your body is my temple, and I worship at the altar to your love. Offering sacrificial kisses as sweet as milk and honey to appease my master. A high priestess in your cloister, I carry my devotion in outstretched arms. A willingly given innocence is my benediction. I drop to my knees, my head bowed in … Continue reading Humble servant
Thin spiral notebook 