My journal of big words and pretty pictures
All the experts tell you to put back a couple of months salary as emergency money, you know, just in case. I never expected my “just in case.” Life was good. I wasn’t part of the 1%, but I was comfortable. Debt was under control, I didn’t live beyond my mean. Hell, I still reused … Continue reading Killing frost
Locked inside the paradox that was her mind, she had fewer and fewer rational days. On Monday, she was Mata Hari, Tuesday she was Scheherazade, on Wednesday she would consult with her doctors as Anna Freud. Whoever she was, there was a mystery to solve, a riddle to decipher. No matter that on most days … Continue reading All in her mind
I pick my way around the stones, careful to not trip over broken pieces of marble. My mother’s voice cautioning me to not step directly on the graves plays in my head. As a child exploring old cemeteries, I once imagined a gnarled hand reaching up toward me from the buried crypt, snaring me in … Continue reading Français douairière
All good stories have a hint of the truth. Mommy told you about monsters under your bed to keep you in your room at night, but there really are trolls under the bridge.
His crime broke laws thousands of years old. Thrown into a cell of metal and stone, he was left to contemplate his sins. The only sounds, the wailing of his fellow prisoners and the soft tumble of prayers falling from his own lips. In other cells, other captives scratched marks on their walls with rusty, … Continue reading Martyr
I refuse to pine for you, to give in to the hurt your leaving caused. Without my center, I wandered from my destined path. I followed where you led without listening to my guiding voice. I lost my way, my heart and my sense. We were invincible, or so I thought. I never expected you … Continue reading Been down that path
Thin spiral notebook 