Category Archives: From Dreams

Kool-Aid flavored fever dreamsof a possible future influenced by a romanticized and partly fabricated pastkeep me out of the kind of sleep I need at nightbut allow my imagination to stretch into long-ignored voids. What’s more to want thana cool country lake or to stare into a forest of pines?… Getting lost on an unkeptContinue reading “Pump the brakes, Hoss. This isn’t a movie and you’re not a kid anymore | 7.27.2025”

Another sunrise.A different place.I’m taller than them.I’m not taller than anyone. So this is the dream… One locked door that leads to conversations about Picassoand a room full of puppies. I try to relate.Small talk and Birkenstocks. A roommate unimpressed.A Sunday afternoon interrupted.She doesn’t care that we went camping.I don’t remember the part about camping.Continue reading “The Golden Retriever | 7.17.24”

I’m back to waking upfrom dreams of people on the horizon.Caught up.Tapping me on the shoulder.Must be a summer thing. Glimmers of regret.People talk too much about things they don’t know.Putting words in my mouth. But oh to be distracted… It’s a wonderfully scary thingthat I’m trying to convince myselfI have no interest in it.Continue reading “Moonlit Feather | 7.16.24”

This morningwhile the sun was risingand the house was sleepingI was dreamingabout the world ending. It started with planes in the airIt turned into explosions in the distance. I tried to call my mombut the phones were down.I wanted her to know I loved her…That everything would be alright. Then we were running.Everyone was tryingContinue reading “Parenting | 2.25.24”

What keeps you here? There’s no reason to consider thisanything more than a memory-inducedflair up. Something brought on by the warmthof the Holidays and the prospect ofnew beginnings.  A tiptoe back into infatuation.One hell of a distraction.The hottest summer on record. Having let goand gracefully moved onallowing details to fadeuntil they won’t anymore.. I’ll writeContinue reading “Pale Lungs | 12.30.23”

I’m writing thisfrom the remaining embersof my subconscious.Where we just spend the better halftrying to find one another. I wrote the directions down, butthe letters didn’t line up – the numbers ran like water.Ink never dries on paper in a dream. Finally, we bumped into each other.Frantic on a stairwell.A collision of flannel.A hug in chaos.AContinue reading “Ink & Dreams”