The Homecoming (Part Two)

He sipped his tea.  Black tea in the daytime, green tea at night, right?  Or was it the other way … More

My Flying Machine

I can’t remember when I stopped dreaming about flying. This recurred often, once a month or more. I would be … More

That Heart-Shaped Box

Hanging up, I thought then, at that instant,because I was absolutely sure, 19-year old certain,the world would be shot full … More

Spinning

It’s hard,the forever of never.I’d love to stay completely absorbed in the present,but I think of you now and then, … More

A Body at Rest

She sleeps deeply, beautiful as smooth carved marble, her moonlit face shows no wrinkles, no scars that you might see … More

Breakfast After a Bad One

Old lovers are ghosts, pass the pancakes,pass the syrup, blueberry, not maple, please,the way they shift themselves into our consciousness,when … More

Vaccination Reaction

Last Friday, brightly believing that I’d now become immune to Covid because of finally receiving the first of two Pfizer … More

All I Had To Do

I have been dreaming myself into stories again.  These should be some of the quietest journeys I will ever take, … More

House of Dreams (HS 155)

This morning we’re on a tour. I love the tidal pools,alive with multitudes of tiny fish and crabs, and, of … More

The Real (HS 152)

You will know what real is when you ridethe dreams of smoke and updraft air, waves breakingon the breath of … More