My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The sum total of one man’s days Culled into five identical cardboard boxes An eclectic collection of Sharpie-scented paradoxes Labeled with dates and “fragile” written slantways Sepia photos of teenage lovers in a shiny halcyon haze Rusty skeleton keys without maps to the treasure each unlocks The sum total of one man’s days Culled into … Continue reading Five boxes
It was a celebration Of a life well-lived, A family well-loved By an honest man, A worthy man. It was a celebration, Stories to be told, Laughter and tears. Remembrance and sadness, For a contented man. It was a celebration For a simple man. A plain talker, A deep thinker, for a man of his … Continue reading A celebration of a life well-lived
say my name out loud before wind and rainfall come and wash me away
“What should the invitations say?” “We should use his government name.” “Most people only know him by ‘Big Boy, they won’t know who Chauncey is.” “They’ll figure it out.” The two sisters, Ida and Ella, sorted through an upholstered album filled with stationery samples debating paper weight, and whether embossed or calligraphy lettering was better. … Continue reading Party time
It is just a penny - a common, copper one-cent piece that anyone may find on the ground on any day. Except it isn’t common. Half buried in the coarse, variegated sand, face up to show Lincoln’s stoic profile and the mint date, that coin shouldn’t be there. Urban legend holds our dearly departed can … Continue reading Heads I win
Huge tangles of black and orange hung in the trees, quivering with anticipation. Each butterfly’s beat of rice-paper thin mosaic wings, stirred the air, wafting perfume from it flowery perch. Mesmerized, Jorja sat beneath a kaleidoscope of butterflies, watching as a single monarch flitted from the rabble to settle on another swarm. Her mother, Laurie, … Continue reading Grampa butterfly
