Three Different Ways

Category: Dream

  • Silly Girl, I Wasn’t Thru

    Deep laughter echoing through worlds and dreams. I know that sound so well. I thought I would never hear it again. My heart both rose and fell. “I’ve sent you an invite, informal and vulgar. Through muck and field, for you. Don’t know why you’ve tossed away my number, Silly girl, I wasn’t thru.

  • A Fine Day For A Hanging

    Another day, another town. I really didn’t stop to look what the name of this one was. Even if I did learn it, it would be forgotten by the time I was on the main street of the next town. I noted the dress of the locals varied from 1950’s American Suburbia to Old West…

  • Rising Fire

    Settled down. Tucked into bed. At rest feeling the day’s issues slide into the past. Only thinking of the pleasure of sleep. Not considering the troubles that would wake with the dawn. It’s good to rest. To feel the blood in my veins, the air moving in my lungs. Engaged in the symphony of senses.

  • A Host Of Shadows

    This happened over three years ago, in the early spring of 2008. I am reminded of it every time I turn onto the freeway. PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: Sleepy driving is deadly. If you are tired, pull over. Better a ticket than killing yourself or others. Do not assume what saved my ass will save yours.

  • By A Thread

    Migraine time again. So many images sweeping me up into a vortex of cacophonic assaults of light and movement. Many of them, nothing but misfirings of stressed neurons. Something to chuckle at, then discard like a Facebook opinion. But two days after one image in particular, I keep finding my attention drawn back to it.

  • Odds & Ends

    I have the itch to write, and naught a topic to write about. I’ve been sitting at the keyboard, staring dumbly at the screen to no avail. I do have some ideas to ramble on about, but none of them will have the length I am accustomed to. Maybe I should have made a Tumbler.

  • Moving On

    Set off to pitch a fire, instead found a new home. The svartalf helped me find this place, but only after days of purgings and purifications at his insistence, and by his hand. The cave didn’t look like a natural formation to me, there were too many inconsistencies given the dark granite that formed it.

  • Washing The Fear Away

    I laid down to dream with a firm goal. There was a place I wanted to see, a dream denizen I wanted to talk to. The migraine had lifted, and the summer cold it was segueing into was more an annoyance than a hindrance. I set my mental rudder, closed my eyes, and set forth.

  • Jumping The Asymptote

    Sitting at a table in some nondescript place. The only thing I knew about it was I wasn’t home. There is a ceiling over my head, but I could be inside a closed room, or outside under a gazebo. It really didn’t matter. All that mattered right then, was I am sitting at a table.

  • Just For You, Keri

    “So, I hear you’re looking for something audacious to do.” My eyes open gently at the words. I am sitting cross-legged on the ground. A black feathered cloak is draped over my shoulders and wrapped around me. I had been in a different headspace and was now confused by my surroundings. I saw I was…