My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The whole village gathered at the shore. Even the Old came, some walked on their own while others were carried to the seaside in palanquins. Whispers seeped through the village that a few of the Old were alive when The Dark Day ended more than 100 years ago. A mixture of fear and anticipation flowed … Continue reading The Dark Day
A troupe of small, vintage, artist models, manipulated into a macabre ballet, meticulous in detail, danced across a makeshift stage on top of a yard sale occasional table. Arms bowed, legs extended, bodies were frozen in eerie arabesques. Effigies twisted into poses of grace and elegance, black magic victims, some oceans apart, in the throes … Continue reading Let us dance
It was a little past noon, and I was meandering down a country road - a detour off the interstate because of a multiple-car wreck. I drove past Mom and Pop stores, a barbecue restaurant run out of an old camping trailer, and stopped at the occasional traffic light. Had I been more perceptive, I could … Continue reading Rocky road
It was Thursday night, and the men were in the den drinking Irish beer from frosted mugs, and once again they were held hostage by the vociferous Wendell Chapel. This evening he held sway over a conversation about the latest generation of smartphones, yet another topic he was a self-proclaimed expert in. The women were in the living room … Continue reading Like a stone
“It is an anxious peace, Your Highness.” Prince Royce paced around the war suite. His sword and scabbard hung from an ornate finial decorating one ear of his throne. His coat was draped over one arm of the chair. Various other royal accouterments were strewed around the room, left where he dropped them. When he was troubled, … Continue reading Flower Fortress
What an exquisite imbroglio we have made This mess of our own doing, our undoing Breaking cardinal rules and throwing shade Mothers, daughters, sisters, wives devaluing Losing our souls whilst claiming all lives matter Brothers, fathers, husbands, sons murdering He who would be king, despot, imposter By deed, by word, by thought, by fear and … Continue reading Throne of woes
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