Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

  • The Rest of the Story

    “Make of that, what you may.” The phrase I use to end most of my posts, is the same phrase I used when telling ‘stories’ in public. There is no firm moral, there is no passion play. Often the tale ends with unspoken questions begging to be answered. But as much as I enjoy writing…

  • Suspended Reality

    Where Keri has a moment of “Suspended Reality” in 131 words.

  • Cross

    Where Keri invokes by daring. 32 words.

  • Lotus Bud

    I’m on the beach, walking south along the tideline. Temperate day, feels like spring, but the ocean is still chilly. Soon I’m climbing the large rocks of the breakwater. I make my way out to the far end, and sit, watching the featureless, ever moving, ocean. I find I have a leather hat among my…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-04-12.01

    “You don’t even know what a pair of crossed keys mean, do you?” He held up my glass of rum and swung it gently before me. “I know a few interpretations, but they are other people’s words. I don’t understand them.” I knew better than to take the glass away. I would wait for him…

  • An Angry Intervention

    Where Keri write 220 words about rage addiction, and wonders who she wrote it to.

  • Fire & Feast

    Hey, I’m at Disneyland! What ever could go wrong? That I’m at Disneyland is by itself an indicator things are about to get fucked. That the floor of the hotel I’m staying at is on fire, is another indicator. I had a box of juju in that room. But I’m getting ahead of myself. 2,164…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-04-08.01

    Dream snip: College paying for 6 months of room and board in a quaint Italian village? Woohoo! Have to take another student along with me. Her and I get along well. Sandra is an eclectic Wiccan, and I’m… well… me. What’s the worst that could happen?

  • The Orange Tree’s Gift

    Leave it to an orange to bring me to a full stop. Confession: My instinct is 95% bullshit. So, I have an orange tree in my backyard. It’s been there for years and years. It is not tended properly, I think there are still oranges on it from 2 years ago. Pretty much, we let…

  • I Turned Left

    Where Keri crosses more than keys, and willfully chooses to turn left. 3 stanzas with 154 words.

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