My journal of big words and pretty pictures
In a place of exquisite, raw beauty there are tale-tell signs of human intrusion. Where rainwater pools, reflecting the greens and golds of towering pines, a greasy oil slick fractures and swirls. Its rainbow pigment garish and rude in its attempt to grab hikers’ attention. Metallic hues meant for cloisonné hummingbirds and iridescent beetles are … Continue reading Alien blight
I couldn’t stop laughing. Rolling down the slope, arms over my head, legs straight, and all I could think of was that nursery rhyme. At the bottom, we laid in the cool clover giggling like a couple of idiots. I had grass in my hair and green stains on my shoulder, but I didn’t care. … Continue reading Rolling in clover
The root cellar’s ambient temperature is a crisp 32-degrees. Five-tiered shelves line three walls, and are full of varying sizes of Mason jars. Carefully arranged in a way only Journey understands, each vessel holds a different memory. A gatherer, Journey gleaned her collection from a lifetime of searching dusty thrift shops and back road estate … Continue reading Root cellar
They lounged on opposite ends of the couch reading books of opposing viewpoints. Her feet rested in his lap as his absentmindedly massaged her calf. Laying down his book, he reached into his beard with both hands and raked it with curled fingers, coming away with a tiny piece of fuzz. "Here, I made you something." A single … Continue reading It’s the thought that counts
Ye shall not make any cuttings in your flesh for the dead, nor print any marks upon you..." ~ Leviticus 19:28 "Please, the whole town is coming." "And most of them are nuts off our family tree." She gave me that Look mothers use to frighten children into doing what they're told. "I don't understand … Continue reading Rorschach ink blot
During the first months of my life, I swam in the warm ocean of my mother's womb. Adrift on gentle waves, I breathed in her briny abundance, and was soothed to sleep by her tender lullaby. Salt pulsed through my veins, creating an undeniable bond with the sea. Hours from the end of my life, … Continue reading A salty lullaby
Thin spiral notebook 