My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Alone at the Carousel, I tried to figure out if the bar was revolving again or if I had one too many absinthes. A reservoir glass of Oz green liquid sat in front of me. A silver filigree spoon, balanced across the rim, held a glimmering sugar cube. A carafe of ice water was within … Continue reading Green fairy
Are the shadows real, or just a shift of the light? Whispers in the dark, incoherent, words indistinct. Reaching out to close the curtain, blocking out the faces, only to jerk back a hand from what lurks behind the veil. Corners are safer than open floors. Trying to sleep with your back against the wall, … Continue reading Bump in the night
Thin spiral notebook 