My journal of big words and pretty pictures
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time." ~ Sylvia Plath Days shorten, leaching lingering heat from warm stones. Sunlight, tired from its long, hot work, Lies down, fat and sleepy, yearning to hibernate. Trees shed their shimmering emerald mantle Donning rich russets and … Continue reading End of the rainbow
Life goes on without you, Old Man. I took the best of what you hammered into my head and used it to my fullest advantage. The bad stuff? That’s all dead and buried.
The back of her lounge chair was adjusted at a haphazard angle. Its plaid, plastic webbing leaving pink stripes behind her thighs where she absentmindedly pulled her floral sundress above bare hips. She sipped daintily from an iced glass of tea, generously blended with Absolut citron, a refreshing aperitif on a hot afternoon. The Xanax … Continue reading High above it
A trip to the Big Easy was my consolation prize. An extravagant time-out to escape all my recent drama in a totally decadent way. I pawned my wedding ring to pay for the trip with no plans to ever redeem the ticket. Stumbling drunk through the shop’s green, shutter doors, I wasn’t sure what to … Continue reading Consolation prize
"It was only a duck pond, at the back of the farm." Standing in the middle of the packed-dirt lane, his demeanor said more than his words. If he made that benign assertion often enough, people would believe him, or he would believe it too. Old folks, like Miz Rose, swore there was a prehistoric … Continue reading Duck pond
In the beginning, news reports were a constant scroll across the bottom of my TV screen. I remember thinking how stupid that was since power was already so sketchy, there was no guarantee people who actually needed the information were getting it. Then I would laugh because I kept the channel on all day long, … Continue reading Prepping for pending doom
Thin spiral notebook 