My journal of big words and pretty pictures
For the past few years, I’ve had the honor of moderating Two Word Tuesday and The Darkroom for Our Write Side. With the support and participation of our friends there, OWS has enjoyed tremendous growth. To address that, a little restructuring and reformulating has been brewing. Beginning next week, May 1 and 3, Two Word Tuesday … Continue reading New tenants
The story continues... One by one, the swirling dust devils gathered at the base of Cedar Knoll, the drove’s path through the fall grass of Harper’s Field a twisting labyrinth. They waited, gathering dry leaves and pine needles into their vortex, darkening their malevolent features. An angry chittering built to a threatening crescendo, startling a … Continue reading Dust devils
Hidden among a pine copse on the knoll above Harper’s field, Sabina watched a cluster of small dust devils skip across the lea stirring up chaff as they went. The search parties, Sabina had no doubts that’s what they were, were getting bigger and hunting more frequently. Though she respected their magic, her dilemma was … Continue reading Search party
“Your future self is watching you right now through your memories.” ~ Aubrey de Grey “You see it too, dontcha?” Miriam raced from person to person in the hospital day room, holding up a used lunch napkins by its top two corners. “It’s right there,” she said, shaking the paper square with righteous indignation if … Continue reading Foreshadowing
It’s that old canard - some fancy girl disappears for several months, no one knows where or isn’t saying, and tongues wag about how the family sent her off to avoid causing them any embarrassment. Gwyneth was such a girl. She simply disappeared one night. Her parents deflected questions or gave noncommittal answers as to her … Continue reading Finishing school
I was keen on leaving the city to escape the craziness that my life had become. It wasn’t tourist season, so the beach seemed the perfect place for some much-needed relaxation. First day there, I strolled out on the fishing pier. Massive concrete stanchions carried the boardwalk far enough out into the surf that you … Continue reading Posted: No diving
Thin spiral notebook 