My journal of big words and pretty pictures
He said it was a security precaution. A peephole would let me see who was at the door, and I could keep out the sketchy, unsavory people. I tried not to laugh, thinking about a peephole in a junker car. He was so serious. Saying just because we lived in a car, didn't mean we … Continue reading Keeping watch
She was going home. College and grown-up life had kept her away for more than seven years. She called her parents every Sunday, and stayed in contact with a few high school friends who never moved away, but it wasn't the same. She missed the late nights cruising main street with her girls, Friday home … Continue reading Hometown girl
The day was grey and sad the first time I saw you. Rain drenched, you stood to one side, cut off from the rest of the wet, bus fare herd. Your face cast back the sky's mean mien.
On a bright spring morning, we stand on a hill holding hands, and watch the sunrise. you put your arm around my shoulder, adding your warmth to mine. It's summer and we sleep under a full moon, counting blinking fireflies. We tell each other fairytales and make wishes on falling stars. In the autumn we … Continue reading Seasons
I tightly shut my eyes. Blocking out all light, save for the neon floaters weaving in and out of my periphery. Efforts to clear my mind of the incessant buzz of voices, and white noise, is hopeless. The best I can accomplish is to mute them down to a dull hum. Like a 15-puzzle, I … Continue reading Shimmer
They stood apart from the crowd gathering on the beach. It was peak tourist season and there wasn't a square foot of bare sand. If it wasn't some pasty out-of-town collegian lounging in a logo embossed chaise from one of the nearby resorts, it was a family of Bermuda short wearing vacationers spreading out under … Continue reading The contest
Thin spiral notebook 