My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Sometimes a violin case is just a violin case. It’s not a holster for a machine gun, lying in wait to be brought out to mow down gangsters and rival thugs. It’s not a spy’s valise, carrying government secrets that if they fall into the wrong hands could topple kings and presidents. It’s not a … Continue reading A case is just a case
For some inexplicable reason little kids love to smash pennies. Flatten them into hot, thin wafers embossed with images from vacation spots around the country... maybe even the world. They whine for two quarters and the shiniest, newest one-cent coin from their parents, only to mutilate them with a few cranks of a massive rolling … Continue reading Childhood relics
A field of asphalt stretching for miles Pungent scent of hot petroleum in stagnant summer air Unwelcoming, harsh and unyielding An oasis of green, lost upon the black pitch Faint perfume, clean, crisp balsam Reminiscent of fall, sweet and soothing
A lazy summer day, Lulled by salt air breezes. Adrift on a sea of dreams, Somewhere between real and make-believe. Reluctant to break the spell.
The air was still, a hush so profound I could hear the whoosh of my heart beating. A shimmer of gold spread over the surface of the bay as the sun slowly rose above the tree line on the opposite shore. I sat atop the seawall, gently blowing on my hot tea, waiting for the … Continue reading Morning companion
I can’t breathe. This room is closing in on me and claustrophobia keeps jabbing me with sharp sticks. I can’t fight back in this suffocating space. The promise of the wind in my hair, the sun on my skin, the warm earth beneath my feet, keeps me yearning for freedom. I long for wide open … Continue reading Room to spare
Thin spiral notebook 