My journal of big words and pretty pictures
I admit it... I love television shows like “Ancient Aliens,” “Cosmos,” and “Through the Wormhole.” All those extraterrestrial theories are fascinating and exciting. Consider it... how lonely to believe that Earth is home to the only life forms in all of infinite space. I get all giddy thinking about whether there are other sentient beings on … Continue reading Harsh planet
During the day, he mingles with the common man, and presides over his realm with an iron bearing. A man of obvious renown, he demands respect from his subjects, demands tribute for his favor. Astride his great steed, he is a commanding figure. Feared by little children and frail women, he need not say a … Continue reading Street royalty
He carries a cache of wooden keys, crafted to unlock splintered hearts. Warped and bowed from years of misuse and salty tears, each heart presents a unique challenge. Rusty hinges complain if asked to open, struggling to engage idle gears. Weather worn, left to despair in harsh elements, each heart holds a treasure trapped inside. … Continue reading Lock down
I turned up the TV to drown out the constant droning in the garage. I couldn't do anything about the hot, metal stench seeping through the house. I asked him before to open the garage door to help filter that stink, but his paranoia over being spied on was too great. The sudden silence from … Continue reading Devil’s darning needle
As a child, I would go with my mother to the laundromat, helping her sort the dark clothes from the light. Once we loaded the washing machines with dirty jeans and T-shirts, she would pull over a chair for me, and I would watch the suds spinning in the commercial-sized washers. Mesmerized by the swirling … Continue reading Rinse, repeat
Dr. Zeiss was outside to greet me when I arrived at Bayside Pavilion. He held the door as he welcomed me inside. His affable manner caused no concern for Gram's well-being. There must be some fiscal project he wanted my help with, perhaps a bright and sunny atrium, named in Gram's honor, of course. It … Continue reading The Rising
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