My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Standing on the busy sidewalk, Suzy made slow turns, looking up at the tall buildings. The theme song from the Mary Tyler Moore show on continuous loop in her head, she regretting not having a felt beret to toss in the air. Suzy wasn’t a young woman, not just starting out in the business world. … Continue reading Must be present to win
Saturday morning, I went on a photo hike for the first time in months. It was Mojave Hot. I was grateful for what shade I did have, and for the water I remembered to bring. I stayed away from the tourist-packed beaches, and instead took a ramble in the woods around Blackwater River State Park, … Continue reading Hot on the trail
I struggle within that murky in-between A distant boundary imperceptible Nightmarish creatures lurking unseen Damned to wander a dismal shore eternal Unsteady steps on shifting, rocky sand Wreckage of mournful regrets immortal Abandoned upon that tormented strand No guiding light cutting through the seaward gloom No charted path to traverse the hinterland Is this nocturnal … Continue reading Murky in-between
To the uninitiated, these represent childhood memories of pretend car races. To me, they symbolize the manifestations of a lifelong obsession, a compulsive obsession. At the tender age of 12, my son was diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. His rituals involve small, die-cast toys. Mainly cars, but it can also mean tiny motorcycles, airplanes, military … Continue reading Kelly Blue Book invaluable
The story so far... Old Wives' Tale Charles Parker’s drinking was as predictable as night following day. When Lester Branch first pondered how to get rid of the hard-drinking, bad-tempered, wife-beating, child-killing bastard, he counted on the man being drunk when he showed up for work that day. His father, Russell, refused to hire the … Continue reading So shall you reap
The ruins were hidden among the pristine McManions in a moneyed section of town. Shrouded in poison ivy vines and thorny brambles, the exterior was long ago worn away by harsh southern weather. Urban legends alleged its former occupants were geriatric cannibals that feasted on tender hooligans, or were metrosexual vampires, or more likely murderous run-of-the-mill … Continue reading Homeowner’s Association
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