My journal of big words and pretty pictures
He is an angular man, obtuse with a straight-edged mentality. Two-dimensional in his scope, wavering neither up nor down. Square-jawed masculinity shades his inner disarray. His flippant tongue has gotten him in trouble more than once. Cutting remarks cannot be dulled by a sharp wit, they still wound. Those piercing eyes follow you everywhere, seeing … Continue reading What’s his angle
Summer fields, verdant with sunshine and warm rain, burst open with dollops of yellow radiance. Promises of long, leisurely days, and sweet, gentle nights sway in the breeze, wafting honey perfume. Dogs days, sultry and ardent, yearn for one last moment of estival intimacy, drunk on dandelion wine and kisses. Gone are the sparks of … Continue reading Whispered wishes
Quentin pounded the steering wheel, rocking his car with the intensity of his anger. Abigail was gone, and he needed to find out what happened to her. His phone chirped, notifying him of an incoming text from Kathy. “Cop n ur office. Stall? Ditch?” He didn’t want to talk to the police, but knew if … Continue reading Proceed with caution
Not a sharp, cruel claw, Silken paw, gentle and loving Unconditional, uncomplicated Tender persuasion A soft touch, a warm caress, Stills a troubled heart Empathetic calm when chaos rules Soothing feline lullaby Whispered in the dark Do unto others Bringing peace amidst discord A hushed tranquility Sharing in other’s suffering With sympathy and compassion Do … Continue reading The silken paw
Riding high upon crashing tempest waves Cresting swells, rolling deep in fathomless seas Whipping, tearing sails, splintering bow to stern Lashed to the mizzen, screaming above the roar Wind’s challenge yielded, an iron gauntlet thrown Raging at the maelstrom, spurning fear and dread Darkness casts its net, smothering all hope End is near, the … Continue reading Land locked
I’m right here, right at the edge. Waiting for that little nudge, or shove, to push me over the last hurdle. Perched on the precipice of greatness or an abyss of endless regret. I’m poised to fall or fly, I just don’t know which it will be. Maybe I’ll stay here for a while longer. … Continue reading On the edge
Thin spiral notebook 