My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Stacks of vandalized newspapers were haphazardly strewn around the room in stark contrast to the neatly clipped articles laid out chronologically across the dining room table. Each item reported on a rash of neighborhood thefts. Dubbed the Porch Pirate by the press, Martin Becks was stealing postal packages left on door steps. Random addresses, random … Continue reading Return to sender
When he suggested we make our own bread, I thought he wanted to eat less processed food. I got a dough machine, stocked up on whole wheat flour, and yeast, even researched ways to cultivate sourdough starter. The first time I presented him with a fresh loaf, still warm from the oven, he looked at … Continue reading Fresh bread
Looking down from atop the knoll, plain white markers, degraded by weather and time, spread out uniformly like a well-practiced parade regiment. From where I stand, the speckled fields stretch toward the horizon. Each generation, each year, each day, each hour the sward fills with more and more dead. No flowers are left by the grave … Continue reading From the hilltop
Will you risk it all for me? Will you scale my ivy walls hoping to find my window open, and accept my invitation to enter a secret world I offer to very few? I can show you things you’ve never seen before, could never imagined. No fairytale, no myth, nor fantasy is as incredible as … Continue reading Ivy window
The whole village gathered at the shore. Even the Old came, some walked on their own while others were carried to the seaside in palanquins. Whispers seeped through the village that a few of the Old were alive when The Dark Day ended more than 100 years ago. A mixture of fear and anticipation flowed … Continue reading The Dark Day
A troupe of small, vintage, artist models, manipulated into a macabre ballet, meticulous in detail, danced across a makeshift stage on top of a yard sale occasional table. Arms bowed, legs extended, bodies were frozen in eerie arabesques. Effigies twisted into poses of grace and elegance, black magic victims, some oceans apart, in the throes … Continue reading Let us dance
Thin spiral notebook 