My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Empty pizza boxes and beer bottles littered the room. Couch cushions were in a jumble where they were moved to open the sleeper closed inside. Sheets, stained and threadbare, the corner-hugging elastic stretched beyond its means, were wadded into a rancid pile on the floor. Bodies in various stages of drunkenness or unconsciousness were … Continue reading The green door
Ideas, hurled like cannon balls, are indiscriminate in their destruction. A special license should be required before shooting off your mouth. Spewing ignorant words in a spray of hatred and bigotry, bullets of misogyny and intolerance raining down without any regard for who they wound. Sticks and stones… words kill more people than guns and knives. You … Continue reading Point blank
I walk everywhere, and I walk fast. It’s like I’m always in a hurry. If I walk at breakneck speed, my brain moves at hyper speed. Sometimes that gets me in trouble, other times that speed sparks my imagination. Most of my best stories come to me when I’m out for a walk or hiking in the … Continue reading Out walking
A question lies between us still. I am helpless to understand the words That from your hungry lips spill. We played the role of cowards And I shied away from love unrequited, hazards and pitfalls made you tremble, heart broken and shattered beneath the heel of bastards. Crippled and lost, hope did depart. Never could … Continue reading Hazards and pitfalls
More from the Dinner Party... The gazebo had seen better days. Paint peeling from the rafters littered the benches and stairs landing with a dusting of moldy, white flakes. Old spider webs, hanging like shredded bunting, decorated corners, and railing slats. Atop the only rise in the park, the pavilion was once the venue for … Continue reading House warming gift
Crystal swore as she walked from the outer limits of the parking lot to begin her shift at Big Box Store. It had been raining for five solid days and ankle-deep puddles made the crossing more like an obstacle course. She could feel the grimy water seeping into her galoshes, soaking her socks. That’s just … Continue reading Full metal basket
Thin spiral notebook 