My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Goodwood Duxford tales... A motley crew of the living and dead milled around a stone bench at the center of Gramberly Cemetery. Goodwood Duxford, the leader of the group and caretaker of the graveyard, told the gathering about the mysterious wandering ghost and the forgotten section of Gramberly. “I first encountered the spirit two weeks ago,” … Continue reading Bridge between
There is a comfortable silence between us, A feeling no mere mortal could touch. My heart aches with the love I feel for you. Sweet grace whispers stay with me Until the end of time. We will love a little more, Then pass it on and not wait until it's too late. Each line of this … Continue reading Love in pieces
Between sea and sky A leaf upon the water Briny breath exhaled
Goodwood Duxford tales… Papers and open books were scattered across the oak library table. Battered from years of lovers carving their initials in the surface, school kids stabbing it with frustrated pencils and pens, and boot heels scraping off varnish during long naps, its patina was still rich and deep. Goodwood Duxford and Frankie Harp … Continue reading A view of heaven
I’m feeling peckish I might bite someone’s head off If they get too close
Standing in the ankle-deep weeds and brambles, Haley stared at the old store front watching the reflections of passing cars scrolling across the surprisingly intact display windows. Carefully she moved through the over-grown parking lot stepping around broken pieces of asphalt peeking through the grass. After slapping her bare arms a few times, she cursed … Continue reading Michigan Jones
Thin spiral notebook 