My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Burrowed into an overstuffed, leather chair in his office, Ricky swirled the ice in his rocks glass, fascinated by the thick legs on his whiskey. Watching the amber liquid slide down the sides of his drink, he was transfixed. Throwing back the last of the fiery liquor, Ricky reached for the nearby bottle. On close … Continue reading Forgive and forget
I am the product of a mixed-marriage. My mother is a southern belle and my father is a damn Yankee. Dad drinks Michelob out of a bottle, and my mother sips sweet tea from a mason jar. She says, "God bless you," and he says, "Gawd dammit!" Unfortunately for them, their romance didn't take the … Continue reading Straddling the Mason/Dixon line
The landscape sped by my window reminding me of the moving images of an old zoetrope. Hypnotized by the rhythmic clacking of the train's wheels, I daydreamed of cowboys and iron horses. It was his idea to ride the train to visit him. He wanted me to see the countryside, and have time to fall … Continue reading Cowboys and iron horses
Green, crushed flower buds lie in the bottom of my cup, reminding me of the dirt accumulating on the rug at my back door. I should vacuum more often. She cradles a blue, earthenware teapot in her hands, a fiery red kabuki wig ablaze on her head. Her noh mask of white, black and red … Continue reading Fine cuppa tea
I saw her standing in front of the greeting cards. She was far enough away that she couldn't leaf through the selection of valentines, but close enough to read the sappy sentiments. With a melancholy look on her face, an occasional smile would threaten, only to be subdued by her sad eyes. She held her … Continue reading Valentine’s Day
I felt the locomotive before I heard it. Leaning against the greasy pylons, I was awash in the rumbling as it rode along the steel rails, and cascaded down over the wooden scaffold. It was a rhythmic thundering that resonated deep in my bones. This was the timbre of my childhood. Escaping along the trestle … Continue reading Lonesome whistle
Thin spiral notebook 