My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The primly dressed young woman stood nervously on my doorstep clutching a notebook. On her crooked arm, she carried a small canvas tote decorated with a stylized graphic of a cat in military garb. Feeling under-dressed in my threadbare flannel PJ pants and throwback concert tee, I let her continue her solicitation spiel uninterrupted. “With … Continue reading Socked away
It was raining outside. The cold sort of rain that seeps into your bones, and muddles your mind. It wasn’t a warm spring rain that feels like a soft caress, its earthy sweet petrichor lingering on the breeze. This rain was a claw hammer pounding against the house, threatening to shatter windows and doors, and … Continue reading Clearing skies
She is too fond of books, and it has turned her brain." ~ Louisa May Alcott “Books are so banal and she doesn’t even use an e-reader,” Soleil said checking her Snapchat feed. "Seriously,” Esmé nodded, transposing their exchange into a Facebook status. “She could catch the movie on Netflix.” “I heard printing all that … Continue reading Too fond of books
Everyone has a story living inside them, few have the moxie to tell it. Albert’s story was one of hubris and excess. He once had everything, now he lived under a bridge, his only source of income written in scrawled script on a torn piece of cardboard. When asked what brought him to such a … Continue reading Under the bridge
What came before: Dinner Party At 9:34 a.m. sharp, the phone hanging on the wall at B.A.M. comics book shop began ringing, its cartoon ringtone especially loud in the nearly empty store. That Clarence had managed to rig the vintage phone to play the Animaniacs theme song was a source of pride for him, and … Continue reading It’s for you
In a world of superheroes, the ordinary, the ofttimes mundane, are the enviable. Individuals who could move through life unimpeded, never called upon to rescue the damsels nor apprehend the villains, were considered gods. Lil General was born with no special abilities. He couldn’t fly, nor shape shift. He couldn’t daze an adversary with supernatural … Continue reading The little general
Thin spiral notebook 