My journal of big words and pretty pictures
He is going to get away with it. I’ll be out here until my bones are bleached white, or carried off by coyotes. It’s ironic that I always wanted him to bring me out here, before. He talked about this place with the closest thing to love that I ever heard from him. It makes … Continue reading A haunting
I wanted wings To fly away from the loud voices and angry fists I wanted roots To feel like I was important, cherished I wanted wings To take that plunge out of the nest I wanted roots To know that I could survive on my own I wanted wings To feel the thrill of falling … Continue reading Roots and wings
Jane got her apostrophe today. Or, I should say Jan’e got her apostrophe. The whole town came out for her renaming ceremony. Turned it into a bourgeoise spectacle of avarice and ego. If her parents had their way, the diacritical would have been interpolated two places and not just the customary one. Instead of the … Continue reading Freak show
The story so far... "Old Wives' Tale" “Every day I feel like I’m dying inside just a little,” Amelia said. She and Lester sat at a decorous distance from each other on the Carson’s front porch. James and Olivia Carson, Amelia’s employers and surrogate parents, sat at the opposite side of the porch acting as … Continue reading A no-fault state
Jasper wandered around in circles, absently kicking at the glass bottles and other detritus discarded on the fringes of the underbrush. An obviously man-made cul-de-sac at the end of a dirt road hidden behind the scrub pines along the highway right-of-way, the clearing overlooked a stretch of shoreline that was accessible only by climbing down … Continue reading Submarine races
A monster storm was coming. The cool and calm weather outside the mall was misleading. I knew I could be walking into a maelstrom. Rabbi Lazar chose Arbor Park Town Center for our meeting. She thought the outdoor mall would be less intimidating than an austere office setting. Previous sessions had been horribly unproductive, verging … Continue reading How the cookie crumbles
Thin spiral notebook 