My journal of big words and pretty pictures
I see a hint of her from the corner of my eye as I walk down a busy street. There she is watching me through store windows that distort my already misshapen body like funhouse mirrors. When I try to catch her spying on me, she vanishes. Sitting in the neighborhood cafe, sipping coffee with … Continue reading Ghosts of my childhood
Agatha sat on the beach, her face turned upward to let the sea breezes and sun wash over her. Deftly fingering the beads of her old rosary, she silently recited her blessings, ending with the name of the priest who gave his life for hers. The open expanse of the shoreline was a stark contrast … Continue reading A nightmare comes calling
Grim and menacing Sentries in stealth formation Concealed in the mists Silent and deadly Veiled shadows swallowing light Engulfing all sound Cloaked in secrecy Creeping across dark landscapes Bone chilling specters Haiku Friday is hosted by Lou at LouCeeL.
An old cardboard box lay in her lap. Its bright cigar labels faded and torn, the once pungent aroma of tobacco but a faint afterthought. Nestled inside, among pressed flowers and torn movie stubs, rests two letters bearing stamps from an exotic country she would never visit. Brushing her fingertips across his child-like script, her … Continue reading Airmail letters
When my son was about six months old he was seriously injured. For the purpose of this post, it’s not important what his injuries were or the details of his accident. (That, and 18 years later it’s still unbearably painful to relive the event.) As a result, a frantic drive to our local infirmary followed … Continue reading A friend in need
There was no sense of time, it could have been noon as easily as midnight. The only difference was the way the air felt. Daylight was line-dried cotton, still warm from the sun. Crisp, yet soft to the touch. It smelled of lilacs and lavender, and sugar cookies. There was laughter and hugs, birdsongs and … Continue reading Midnight tea
Thin spiral notebook 