Archive for September, 2011

Nice Girls Always Smile

Nice Girls Always Smile by J. Kuzmier --  photo by John B. at

It was a really nice day when I went to the café to help Tina deal with meeting Rosemary. Unfortunately, a strong wind was blowing through the town. So despite the sun, it was cold. It felt nice to walk into the café, feeling the warmth wrapping me up like a blanket.

The aroma of coffee permeated the room, wafting over all the patrons like a spell. A cup of java always brings people together, it seems.   Read more….. »

The Passerby

If you look at her, you would say there is nothing unusual going on in her life. You might pass by her in the library without giving her a second glance. You might brush up against her walking down the street as you forget to excuse yourself in your hurry.   Read more….. »

Crafting My Image In Your Perfection

Crafting My Image In Your Perfection by J. Kuzmier --  graphic by John B. at

You stand in the darkroom of your mind, the place where you linger with the memories that are buried deep. Here, you craft the world into the masterpiece you have always desired. This is where you take the shattered puzzle pieces of the life you destroyed, and rearrange them like they are clay that you can mold into anything your imagination desires. My, isn’t it nice when everything can be fixed to suit your needs?   Read more….. »

She’s Ready Now

She’s Ready Now by J. Kuzmier --  photo by John B. at

Read this story from her point of view — click to see    

He arrives at the boardwalk, the sun blinding him with greeting. An appropriate metaphor, he thinks, given that he was blinded by love here so long ago. It’s the place where it all began for him, where he will meet her today once again. He hopes that she’s ready now for him, unlike last time. He has always been ready for her.

She’s waiting for him at the boardwalk when he arrives, standing at the rail overlooking the beach.   Read more….. »

Such A Glorious Day

Such A Glorious Day by J. Kuzmier --  photo by John B. at

The sun shines with a brilliant glory on this particular day. Not a cloud in a sky. It doesn’t look like a day that can be blighted with disaster. Most people know better with these kinds of things. But it is strange what a clear sky will do the brain, thinks Miss Jefferson as she stretches her legs before getting out of bed.   Read more….. »