My journal of big words and pretty pictures
She sits on the beach, gazing longingly out along the horizon. Only at sunset, sunrise breaks too early. and she hoards what sleep she can achieve. At dusk the water takes on an ebony sheen. Nothing like the crystal clear, emerald of day, where she can stand chest-deep in the waves and still see the … Continue reading Plumbing the depths
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” ~ Anais Nin To Bloom Bravely
“We called him Father, never a childish diminutive like Dad or Daddy. One of the newbies once called him, ‘Pop,’ by accident. Maybe it was a dim memory from his ‘before,’ but Father’s lesson taught him that informal nomenclature was a sign of disrespect, and would be appropriately punished. “It followed that we were each … Continue reading Father
Her long, weekend getaway wasn’t going so well. She’d hoped for sunshine and fresh air, and all she got was rain and fog. Based on her weather app, it was already sunrise. Based on what the weather looked like outside, she couldn’t tell where the sun was. The low clouds were so thick, they drowned … Continue reading Fog in the trees
You catapult me through the stratosphere with a single touch. Rocketing across the sky, we stream white-hot contrails of desire. Sparks flying in all directions, setting fire to cotton ball clouds. Your hand upon my cheek leaves me giddy, the heat of your urgent whispers melt any doubts. I fear that we will spontaneously combust. … Continue reading First kiss
Physical contact is as crucial to humans as food and water. Something as simple as a hand on a shoulder, or squeeze of a hand, can mean the difference between extinction and survival. Yet, just as there are empty calories, useless in sustaining our physical bodies, we need sincere contact to nurture our psychological bodies. … Continue reading Banquet
Thin spiral notebook 