My journal of big words and pretty pictures
She imagined that deep inside his chest a tiny transistor battery powered his heart like in her old Zenith radio. The tick-tock of his artificial mechanisms drowned out his rote homilies, his analytical effort to dissuade her. Encased behind dark sunglasses, rational and calculating, he was pragmatic to a fault. As if allowing himself to … Continue reading Behind the curtain
He was a squat old man, As wide as he was tall. Dapper in his ulster and chapeau, The brim pulled down just so. His rakish smile as debonair As his chivalrous hand kisses, As elegant as his cavalier bows. With a tip of his hat, and bent knee, He charmed the ladies, entertained the … Continue reading A rakish smile
From the hollow, looking up at Hog Ridge Mountain at night, the faint glow from Lottie’s lantern was always visible. It was easy to lose the flickering among the fireflies, but then you realized one glow wasn’t moving Her pa made her sit outside when she wanted to read, but only after dark when she finished all … Continue reading Bookworm
“Hooligan!” The old man, almost bent in half by age, yells at us as we pass his house. “Get off my lawn!” His lawn is tuffs of persistent weeds pushing up through cracks in the sidewalk. He stands in front of an abused recliner that fills up most of his rusty, iron balcony. Hanging precariously over the … Continue reading For want of a horse
We camped out all day in the resort beach chairs. Commandeering the cabana boy first thing in the morning, just as he was hauling the canvas chaises longues out of the storage hutch, we had our pick of spots on the sugar-fine sand. Hidden beneath our spacious umbrellas, shielded from the blistering sun, we watched sunburnt tourists … Continue reading Waiting in the sun
Sitting with my forehead against the oriel panes, my feverish breath fogged the air-conditioning chilled window. Lizards pranced across the hot bricks lining the front lawn, barely touching their vulnerable pads on the blistering concrete. I watched their acrobatics with muted amusement, but was too distracted to fully appreciate their performance. This miserable ague had drained … Continue reading Window lizards
Thin spiral notebook 