My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Filigree wings of elegant wrought iron Body armor aggrandized with cobalt blue cloisonné A tail forged into a wrathful cudgel Bestride my dragon, I blaze into bloody battle Raining down retribution and righteousness Upon the heads of my foes, beating them into submission Sprites and fae my warriors, Milk thistles and rose thorns my swords … Continue reading Dragon herder
The room was dark, the blinds drawn against the dawning light. Trying to move, Pauley’s arms and legs were lead. In her dream, her screams were shrill, terrified. Her husband snored softly beside her, oblivious to her cries for help. Trying once more to cry out, she struggled against her immobilization. Her dog, reacting to … Continue reading Calling it a day
Tiny glasses filled with sweet cordials were arranged in a perfect circle on an ornate silver tray, a rainbow of liquid calamity. There was one flute for each dinner guest. Their host had chosen the digestifs especially for their cloying taste, an antithesis to the evening’s savory meal. Most guests only took minuscule sips, not wanting … Continue reading Last wish
No one has ever accused me of wearing rose-colored glasses. If anything, I am a die-hard pragmatist. An old-school cynic who expects the worst and is suspicious of the best. It was more likely I wear moonglasses so I'm able to see into the depths of the wasted landscape of a person’s rocky surface. That’s why when … Continue reading Moonglasses
Gullible people Food for praying mantis Eating their liver With fava beans and a nice Chianti, while off their meds *Praying mantis eat their prey while it's alive; fava beans, liver, and red wine are listed as verboten foods for people taking Monoamine Oxidase Inhibitors. The combination is potentially fatal. Anyone who is prescribed MAOIs … Continue reading Preying mantis
She worries about my ink and the extra bling in my ears, and nose, and navel, while fretting with the solitary Swarovski gems adorning her 00 gauge, stretched out earlobes. Arched, over-engineered brows punctuate her displeasure. She pooh-poohs my Black Dahlia lips, her blue morpho butterfly wing lids fluttering in fear. A tremulous rebuttal declaring … Continue reading All an Acts
Thin spiral notebook 