My journal of big words and pretty pictures
“I still don’t think the ‘rents trust me,” I said, handing him a wet glass. Drying it seductively, he maintained eye contact with me. “Why should they, you’re a cradle robber,” he chuckled. We were wearing mismatched pajamas. He had on the pants, and I was swimming in his 2X shirt. “You were also my … Continue reading Jezebel
The screaming I could handle. We were outside at a public beach after all. Even when he started feeding the seagulls, I could put up with it. I knew the ranger would be around soon enough to stop it. After the second fistful of sand the pre-teen flung at my head, I was done. I … Continue reading Ice floe
Being on the island for so long, he learned the quickest way to climb the palms. Digging calloused toes into the overlapping spines on the trunks, he shimmied up the boles like going up a ladder. From the crown, he could see over the ocean to the near horizon where a ship’s head sail was … Continue reading Every man’s an island
My “Emotion Thesaurus” lies open beside me on the couch, held in place with my “Dream Dictionary.” There’s no more room for open tabs or windows on my computer desktop. I’m hip deep in character development, and I can’t decide what to do with my hero. I’m leaning toward changing him to a her, or … Continue reading Always gets the girl
He built his façade of lies, brick by brick, until he was ensconced behind an unscalable wall. Falling deeper and deeper into a tangled world of pseudologia fantastica, he dwelled where the bloom of a lie was more sweet to him than the perfume of the truth. His fanciful tales grew more absurd with each … Continue reading Brick pile
The very heavens are laughing at me. That Cheshire Cat smile belies its malicious intent. The stars have been out of alignment for ages, and Luna’s phases can’t be trusted. These wretched trials are willful, and not some tragic happenstance. If Karma is to blame, I must have been a real bitch in a previous … Continue reading Cheshire cat moon
Thin spiral notebook 