Three Different Ways

Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

  • The Muddy Affair

    “In the name of the Father & of the Son & of the Holy Ghost, and by the power of those potent, inestimable, Divine and Commanding names, of the Almighty & Everliving God Jehovah, El, Elohim, Sabaoth, Adonay, Tetragrammaton, Alpha & Omega…” The words came smoothly out of my mouth. The names flowed softly over…

  • Dream Journal: 2017-06-30.01

    “Y’all said this was one of them channeler road shows, like those medium shows, ya said. Y’all said jacque shitte about this being a traveling Christian prophet.” “We did… we… just didn’t specify which religion was involved. But channelers are channelers, right? It’s all made up anyway!”

  • Dream Journal: 2017-06-22.01

    I wandered through rocky hills, past outcrops of bedrock worn smooth by wind and made brittle by wildfires. The wind suddenly collected a pile of dead brown leaves at my feet. As I watched the swirling, I realized the wind had collected more than tinder. I reached into the pile and pulled out something both…

  • Dream Journal: 2017-06-13.01

    I woke up. The old quilt was comfortably heavy upon me and held me gently in the straw stuffed bed. I could see where the pitch had become thin between the boards of the rough cottage. Dried and drying flowers hung in bunches above me. A bee was trying to coax the last memory of…

  • Dream Journal: 2017-06-07.01

    The news report said to avoid downtown, so why is everyone headed that way? I changed channel on the radio trying to find something other than the same news feed repeated on every interrupted station. I had someplace to be, and the only way to get there was straight through downtown so whatever was in…

  • Dream Journal: 2017-05-31.01

    The ceiling split and crumbled away in defiance of gravity as the light solidified and fell as dust on my waking face. I mumbled something akin to “da fuq” as a figure shrouded with the darkness that scares underbed monsters descended to hover over me. It lifted its face revealing a time stained skull devoid of…

  • Spirit Journal: 2017-05-29.01

    It has been about two months since I last saw anything from the hillside spirit I zoom past to and from work. I had mentioned to others that it felt like a door was gradually closing starting last fall when the harvesting of the fields around the hill was at its peak.

  • Dream Journal: 2017-05-17.01

    The unyielding floor boards pressed into my knees, alerting me that I was not in my room anymore. My black feather cloak moved with my hands as I brushed my fingers over the worn blemished wood. A series of small bright flares caught my attention, and without looking up I knew I was surrounded by a…

  • Dream Journal: 2017-05-15.01

    Can’t a body get some rest? Here I am, sitting on some rocks on the side of a mountain. It’s just before dawn. It’s just after sunset. It’s the height of noon. It’s the dead of night. Where and when I am doesn’t matter. The only thing that is important here is that I am…

  • Dream Journal: 2017-05-07.01

    I knew some type of precipitation was going to roll in this weekend, but I expected the usual failed promises from the meteorologists. Instead, I received the opposite, with a vigorous storm rolling over everyone’s exposed wood dash convertibles and unsealed wicker furniture. Pareidolia had me seeing canine imagery in the quickly moving clouds this time instead…