My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Come run away with me If only for a day We can lie together on the warm beach And count diamonds in the sand Come run away with me And leave the world behind Let our worries fly free Sailing off o’er an emerald sea Come run away with me Hold my hand, never let … Continue reading Perfect day
It’s only called a “funny bone,” because other people laugh when you crack it and go all dead-arm. I used to see the humor, but the older I get, the less tolerance I have for the hilarity of it. I’m unamused by ridiculous antics of adults or even children. I take offense when my mistakes … Continue reading Smile if you mean it
I pick my way around the stones, careful to not trip over broken pieces of marble. My mother’s voice cautioning me to not step directly on the graves plays in my head. As a child exploring old cemeteries, I once imagined a gnarled hand reaching up toward me from the buried crypt, snaring me in … Continue reading Français douairière
All good stories have a hint of the truth. Mommy told you about monsters under your bed to keep you in your room at night, but there really are trolls under the bridge.
His crime broke laws thousands of years old. Thrown into a cell of metal and stone, he was left to contemplate his sins. The only sounds, the wailing of his fellow prisoners and the soft tumble of prayers falling from his own lips. In other cells, other captives scratched marks on their walls with rusty, … Continue reading Martyr
I refuse to pine for you, to give in to the hurt your leaving caused. Without my center, I wandered from my destined path. I followed where you led without listening to my guiding voice. I lost my way, my heart and my sense. We were invincible, or so I thought. I never expected you … Continue reading Been down that path
Thin spiral notebook 