My journal of big words and pretty pictures
A young man, no older than 23 or 24, sat crossed-legged on the cold concrete floor of his cell, his back to the door. His hands rested palms up on his knees, his face upturned toward the only window, high on the 12-foot cinder block wall. Judging from the angle of sun rays pouring through … Continue reading Returning to the nest
“My King has already pledged fidelity to Prince Royce, why am I still a prisoner?’ Princess Lucienne was pacing her quarters in her Flower Fortress, tightly squeezing a pillow in her arms. She was imagining the royal advisor, Fox Reed’s neck in her grasp and him gasping for breath as she choked the life out … Continue reading The bloom is gone
A troupe of small, vintage, artist models, manipulated into a macabre ballet, meticulous in detail, danced across a makeshift stage on top of a yard sale occasional table. Arms bowed, legs extended, bodies were frozen in eerie arabesques. Effigies twisted into poses of grace and elegance, black magic victims, some oceans apart, in the throes … Continue reading Let us dance
It was a little past noon, and I was meandering down a country road - a detour off the interstate because of a multiple-car wreck. I drove past Mom and Pop stores, a barbecue restaurant run out of an old camping trailer, and stopped at the occasional traffic light. Had I been more perceptive, I could … Continue reading Rocky road
“It is an anxious peace, Your Highness.” Prince Royce paced around the war suite. His sword and scabbard hung from an ornate finial decorating one ear of his throne. His coat was draped over one arm of the chair. Various other royal accouterments were strewed around the room, left where he dropped them. When he was troubled, … Continue reading Flower Fortress
What an exquisite imbroglio we have made This mess of our own doing, our undoing Breaking cardinal rules and throwing shade Mothers, daughters, sisters, wives devaluing Losing our souls whilst claiming all lives matter Brothers, fathers, husbands, sons murdering He who would be king, despot, imposter By deed, by word, by thought, by fear and … Continue reading Throne of woes
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