My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Agatha sat on the beach, her face turned upward to let the sea breezes and sun wash over her. Deftly fingering the beads of her old rosary, she silently recited her blessings, ending with the name of the priest who gave his life for hers. The open expanse of the shoreline was a stark contrast … Continue reading A nightmare comes calling
"She needs more paper and colored pencils." Two men stood behind a large window, observing a young woman in the adjacent room. Bent closely over a pile of white pages covered in detailed drawings, she meticulously added lines to her images. A supply of pencils was scattered haphazardly across the table. A closer look showed … Continue reading A tangerine sky
In my dream there is no when or where, only now. I can't discern any orienting landmarks, save for the pier jutting out into nothingness. There is no sound, no birdsong, no lapping waves, not even the rush of blood coursing through my veins. Light seems to come from every direction and none. It merely … Continue reading In the clouds
The bitter grit was hard to swallow. I'm used to those little sachets of chamomile or oolong, not dregs thick enough to coat my tongue. I should've taken tasseomancy more seriously. "The first thing you see?" She pointed to the cup. "Teardrops." "Sadness. Here on the rim?" "Something like an octopus." "A warning!" Her thick … Continue reading Tasseomancy
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
It's come down to this - the highlight of my week is watching the wash cycle on the industrial machines at the laundromat. The sketchy guy from 3C is constantly in the laundry at my apartment building, and the Super can't do anything, because technically Sketchy Guy isn't doing anything wrong. I can't do my … Continue reading Out for a spin
Thin spiral notebook 