My journal of big words and pretty pictures
After the doors closed, I moved slightly to my right, pressing my back against the solid elevator wall. If I had kept my eyes open, the whole of the city would have opened before me as I ascended to the top floor of Jacoby Towers. The car’s three outward facing glass walls offered riders a … Continue reading Glass and chrome
I sit in a dim, windowless room, on a cold metal chair, at a battered wooden table. A fresh, yellow legal pad is laid out in front of me, a pen sits sideways on top. It’s a plain white pen with a blue cap. It’s an appalling shade of blue, nothing I would ever wear. … Continue reading The story is everything
It’s just another nostalgic, teenage craze, Mother. No need for you to worry. I even dabbled a little at her age. If she was jumping off bridges because all her friends were, would you still be so patronizing? She’s in no physical danger, you’re getting hysterical over nothing, Just let it run its course. Next … Continue reading It’s a passing phase
Goodwood Duxford tales... “This all has me so discombobulated.” Goodwood Duxford sat next to Grace Leighton on a small, concrete, grieving bench near her grave site. He was seeking the dearly-departed, Widow Leighton’s help in quashing a wraith uprising. An uprising much like the one that killed Goody’s great-grandfather, Egbert. “How can I help you … Continue reading Secret weapon
I sit at my great-grandmother’s knee on the porch of her old farmhouse. A tangle of wool sheared from her Cheviots sheep, dyed a bright yellow from sedge grass I gathered last fall, is wound loosely around my hands. She lifts the wool from my outstretched arms, twisting the yarn into a small ball of … Continue reading Spinning yarns
Tiny, plastic American flags lined both sides of the road leading into the complex. A light wind flipped the tips of each one sending a synchronized crackling down the rows. No one knew who put out the flags, only that by first light on July 4, they were in place leading from the main, public … Continue reading In pursuit of justice
Thin spiral notebook 