My journal of big words and pretty pictures
A tangled hedge maze of unyielding clouds, Mythical bolls of pure white cotton, Stretching beyond the horizon, shrouds The earth in a blanket of memories long forgotten. Twists and turns, around dark corners, down long pathways, Ever reaching, ever searching, ever lagging behind. Lost in the endless gray-blue haze, Ears to sound deaf, eyes to light … Continue reading Hedge maze
Sitting among the old and crumbling books, Jacob lovingly laid his hand on the tallest stack sitting on a wooden cart. Sounds of marauders filtered through the hundreds of shelves of abandoned stories. The raucous ruins now the antithesis to his once somber and silent sanctuary. The last remaining phantom library, the Grand Canton Repository … Continue reading Repository
This past weekend, I put the final touches on my books. Not writing them, painting them. It’s spring and I’m in the gardening mood. My front yard needed some color and a little character - characters like The Scarlet Pimpernel, Bill Forrester, Walt Whitman and Ravi Kapoor. Not typically an artsy-crafty sort of person, I couldn’t resist … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Garden
There's cold comfort in knowin' that Persimmon Joe was wearin' gloves when he froze to death overnight in Vagrants’ Alley. The only good that come of it was that the cops that got called to the alley said it'd make gettin' his fingerprints easier, and maybe they could find out his real name. Maybe contact family, … Continue reading Persimmon Joe
Goodwood Duxford tales... Late into the night, Goodwood Duxford, caretaker and ghost wrangler for Gramberly Cemetery, and Lilith Trotter, Goody’s best friend and recently departed, perused old cemetery records, Duxford family scrapbooks, and internet resources, trying to recover the names of each of the 13 fatalities in the 1954 Gallatin Bros. Circus and Sideshow Fire. … Continue reading To mask the grim
You act like it’s my job to kowtow to you. I’m tired of walking on egg shells and struggling to say the right words, in the right order, in the right tone. It’s not that I’m unsympathetic to your feelings, I can see you’re upset but you say, “nothing’s wrong” when I ask. I don’t know … Continue reading Like it’s my job
Thin spiral notebook 