My journal of big words and pretty pictures
He is an angular man, obtuse with a straight-edged mentality. Two-dimensional in his scope, wavering neither up nor down. Square-jawed masculinity shades his inner disarray. His flippant tongue has gotten him in trouble more than once. Cutting remarks cannot be dulled by a sharp wit, they still wound. Those piercing eyes follow you everywhere, seeing … Continue reading What’s his angle
Riding high upon crashing tempest waves Cresting swells, rolling deep in fathomless seas Whipping, tearing sails, splintering bow to stern Lashed to the mizzen, screaming above the roar Wind’s challenge yielded, an iron gauntlet thrown Raging at the maelstrom, spurning fear and dread Darkness casts its net, smothering all hope End is near, the … Continue reading Land locked
The story so far… Her voice sounded far away, tinny and surreal. Barlowe tried processing what she was saying, but his brain kept telling him this woman was batshit crazy. Pushing away from his desk, he locked the office door then sat beside Abigail, turning her chair so she was facing him. “Tell me everything.” … Continue reading Dead again
Campbell fidgeted outside the office conference room, his ear and cheek pressed flat against the door. He fit his finger to his lips when Tucker walked up, a signal for quiet. “What’s going on in there?” Tucker nodded towards the door, then sipped from his steaming coffee cup. “Stevens and Costello are in some kind a … Continue reading Schrödinger’s conference room
October, the harbinger of fall, is more than half over. Fall foliage has reached and maybe passed its peak colors. Bold reds and oranges, bright yellow and purples - the different hues rival any rainbow. Yet… here in Florida, where temps are still summer-ish, and the majority of our trees stay green year-round, we have … Continue reading Because I’m beautiful
Peace of mind can be found While missing a piece of mind. I don’t know what I don’t know. Ignorance is not bliss, Apathy is my party of choice. Voices speak in sanctimonious tongues, But I’m an unrepentant unbeliever. It’s easy to pretend Their degradation and rebukes Aren’t aimed at me. Out of the corner … Continue reading I’m not insane
Thin spiral notebook 