My journal of big words and pretty pictures
She used to make fun of her dad whenever he’d take their family down all those back country roads during summer vacations. Shunning the heavily trafficked interstates, he would say that the old roads had character, that they were a time capsule of a quieter, slower time. Along the way he would point out various … Continue reading Hey, baby
The farther into this life that I journey, the less in focus my past becomes. I forget the hard edges and garish moments. They fade into a subtle mosaic, a muted backdrop for the splendor of my present, with the hope of my future lighting my way ahead.
It wasn’t just mastering the steps - heel, toe, shuffle, kick, pirouette. It was the flourish of his hands, the posture of his arms. A turn of his head, a look he gave his partner, each gesture was a word in an erotic story. He was graceful, sinuous and cat-like. His every movement a caress … Continue reading Dead wood
You try my patience Sagacious and loquacious Making my head spin Judgment is tested Outrageous and contagious Consequences damned Pretty boy badass Pernicious and delicious Making my heart ache
Rose could hear the searchers calling her name as they hunted the woods for any signs of her. The voices were moving away from the lake shore. Perhaps they feared finding her bloated body floating facedown in the water. Instead, they seemed to be moving back up the hill toward the house. She imagined them … Continue reading Home free
Copper jackets plinking on the ground sounded like rain. The lingering petrichor from a recent shower was cloying compared to the stringent scent of her spent shells. Margie fired off more rounds, the acrid smell of gun powder washing back over her. She could feel the tension release from her shoulders. The trail exercise always made … Continue reading The Downturn
Thin spiral notebook 