Couples Red Journal

The Spread

C. R. Jules

Tucked in, slipped in, kept and looked at. For laughs, for fun, or for inspiration. A collection that keeps on giving.

Every journal I have ever kept ended up thicker than it started. Not from the writing. From what got slipped between the pages: a photograph I could not throw out, a joke too good and too filthy to say at dinner, a picture torn from somewhere because of the way a hand was resting on a hip.

The Spread is the Journal's scrapbook. It has no plot and no patience for one. Some pages will make you laugh, and I hope at least one makes you laugh at the wrong moment, in the wrong room. Some will make you look twice. A few will make you go quiet, which is its own kind of noise.

It is for anyone. I did not collect this for men, and I did not collect it for women, and I did not collect it for one kind of couple. I collected it for whoever opens it.

A hem and a shadow have always done more work than the whole reveal.

C. R. Jules

A new picture goes up every day at three in the afternoon, Pacific time.

Come back tomorrow at three; there will be another one on the wall.