My journal of big words and pretty pictures
“Make the most of your regrets; never smother your sorrow, but tend and cherish it till it comes to have a separate and integral interest. To regret deeply is to live afresh.” ~ Henry David Thoreau During the day, I say, “no regrets, my mistakes helped make me who I am.” Then, at night, I … Continue reading Make the most of your regrets
A black river snakes through a gullible landscape Dark and brooding, slick as oil History recounts an ancient evil rising unchallenged Ravenous, Treacherous, Blasphemous The monster dwells within its foul depths Loathsome and frightening, poisonous as plague An incubus lurking beneath the surface Watching, Waiting, Wanting Its prey wades spellbound into its shallows Mesmerized and … Continue reading In too deep
Take this as a constructive critique, I know you’re still learning. It’s not enough to simply do the job you were hired to do. It's like agreeing to cater a party, only baking a cake, then leaving the kitchen a complete disaster. Pay attention to the smallest of details. It is simply good manners to … Continue reading Attention to details
A voice crackled over the sergeant’s shoulder mic giving out a police incident code and address sending Sgt. Kaplan to Roger Caldwell City Park about a bicycle. “How long’s it been here?” Kaplan asked Mrs. Edith Wexcombe, the person who called in the complaint. Mrs. Wexcombe had on her good lavender chenille house coat and … Continue reading Last call
There's cold comfort in knowin' that Persimmon Joe was wearin' gloves when he froze to death overnight in Vagrants’ Alley. The only good that come of it was that the cops that got called to the alley said it'd make gettin' his fingerprints easier, and maybe they could find out his real name. Maybe contact family, … Continue reading Persimmon Joe
A cauldron boiled on the fire. Grimhilde stirred the coals sending blue sparks dancing up the chimney. Noxious fumes from the pot filled the cabin forcing her to open the front door to let in fresh air. When she couldn’t find some recipe ingredients she made substitutions. That’s when her plans started to go south, and … Continue reading Apple of her eye
Thin spiral notebook 