My journal of big words and pretty pictures
She leaned against the weathered windowsill, her hands cupped around her eyes to shield them from the sun. Peering into the one-room cabin, she saw a table bathed in sunlight streaming through the rippled blown-glass panes. The room was just as Elmer described it in his last journal entry, dated 1912. A checkerboard was set … Continue reading King me
Her skin felt oppressive; she wanted to strip it off and run around the room naked - nothing but muscle and bone - probably screaming too. There would definitely be screaming, and proverbial gnashing of teeth and beating of the breast. Of course, that would get messy without skin to contain the gore, then she’d … Continue reading Social call
Previously: "Paisley, rosemary, and time." The view from the top of the wheel was dizzying. Boris would go to the pier to ride the Ferris Wheel when he needed time to think. When he first arrived in the city, he made friends with Robbie, the ride operator. Boris would slip the carny a $50 and … Continue reading A view from the top
“There’s was an actual bear sighted around here.” Jacque and her mother Jolene were folding clothes while watching a mid-day news report about dumpsters at local businesses being vandalized, and the extensive damage being blamed on displaced black bears. To date, however; that theory had not been proven. “Where’d ya hear that?” Jolene held the … Continue reading Sign of the times
Singing in the old language, her incantation swirled around the cabin, mingling with dirty smoke rising from the brazier, changing the vapor from grey to putrid yellow. It wasn’t simply the tune she sang, it was the rise and fall of her voice, the intonation of each word. It was how she would elide through … Continue reading Heart of stone
“Absent applesauce, you could use mashed bananas or even pureed prunes.” That was the epitome of my life… pureed prunes. It’s not that I wanted the best of anything, I just wanted the normal, everyday things. This time, it was applesauce, yesterday it was a broken heel on a pair of Target sale shoes, tomorrow … Continue reading For want of applesauce
Thin spiral notebook 