My journal of big words and pretty pictures
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
In a place of exquisite, raw beauty there are tale-tell signs of human intrusion. Where rainwater pools, reflecting the greens and golds of towering pines, a greasy oil slick fractures and swirls. Its rainbow pigment garish and rude in its attempt to grab hikers’ attention. Metallic hues meant for cloisonné hummingbirds and iridescent beetles are … Continue reading Alien blight
Over the course of a lifetime, we create many different faces. Not so much to hide, or deceive, but in our quest to discover who we really are, we constantly change and adapt. When we are children, we try to fit in, so we act a certain way to gain attention from our parents, teachers, … Continue reading Last layer
If only I could store away all the mistakes of my life into little jars, set them on a high shelf and never think of them again. Maybe taking them down every so often, dusting off the grime that coats them, and shaking them to make sure my secrets are still securely hidden away. If … Continue reading Deep in the foothills
Left to weather the years untended, scrub and cedar saplings have taken over the church yard. The spindly fence surrounding the garden teeters at the verge of collapse, barely holding back the spirits cradled inside. Sometimes, late in the evening, betwixt the flickering stars and the waning moon, a mournful keening weaves its way up from the … Continue reading Fenced in
When I was very young, my family lived in Oak Ridge. Located near Knoxville, in the foothills of East Tennessee, the rural burg was the epitome of small town America. The area, still rolling farmland then, was also very good at hiding an international secret. That is unless you knew its history. Oak Ridge was the national … Continue reading Secret history
Thin spiral notebook 