My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Tyler Winslow was a mean, seed-tick of a man, miserly and miserable. When the old man got brain fever there was no one willing to minister to him. Malevolence is contagious and even the good pastor would only preach through the front door. When the old man got brain fever there was no one willing … Continue reading Tick season
Folklore holds that a swallow nesting on your roof is lucky. If it flies into your house, it’s even more fortunate. I hope that’s true. I watch the chittering birds bringing twigs and dreck into the garden, piecing together their roosts. Hurricane season is near, and they must be settled before the storms come. Concrete … Continue reading Lucky swallows
My life was short, but sweet. I felt love and comfort, even if at the time, I didn’t realize that was what I was experiencing. There were no words for it then, merely burbles and coos. Before I came here, to this place of light and peace, my conscience mind wasn’t fully developed. I once … Continue reading Infant memoirs
“She was just like her mother, sour and rancorous.” Parishioners swarmed old Westfall Cemetery, clearing weeds and dead floral arrangements in observance of Decoration Day. Elders, in white, Sunday-best shirts, sleeves rolled up past their elbows, uprighted toppled stones. The urn, split in half, memorialized the final resting places of mother and daughter, Gertrude and … Continue reading Like mother, like daughter
Left to weather the years untended, scrub and cedar saplings have taken over the church yard. The spindly fence surrounding the garden teeters at the verge of collapse, barely holding back the spirits cradled inside. Sometimes, late in the evening, betwixt the flickering stars and the waning moon, a mournful keening weaves its way up from the … Continue reading Fenced in
It was years since I'd been here. Walking among the weathered stones, I realized I was lost. None of the names were familiar, when once I could recited them like a favorite nursery rhyme. At the end of the north side, I finally found the kneeling angel facing the Woodmen totem. Turning to the east, … Continue reading Contractual obligations
Thin spiral notebook 