Archive for January, 2007

Dream: Throw the Bones

January 3rd, 2007

I’m in an enormous mansion, bone-white and imposing. There is a party. An elegant dining hall, the dominant colors are maroon and white and purple — strong rich majestic hues. I’m walking around, vaguely feeling out of place. One man stands out to me: I keep watching him throughout the party. The people are mostly in their 20s, 30s, but this man seems younger, in spirit as much as in the flesh. His face is a little cherubic, hair boyishly unruly. A white shirt, navy blue slacks.

Some talk, not entirely good, is swirling around about him. He’s being a glutton, it’s provoking most to laughter, some to annoyance. Shy glances turn to open stares. We’re now watching him in fascination as he tears into roasts, hams, fat legs of chicken.  (Read More . . .)


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Dream: Look At My Hands

January 1st, 2007

We lived in the Corridors.

The walls were ashy, felt soft like gypsum, porous like mica. Interconnected tunnels, warrens. It was Elsa, it was Don, it was Elsa’s husband Dave, it was Frances & it was me.

Down below our tube was the ditch, and then the street. High fences topped by rolling coils of blinking razor. We’d crawl out and down the tube to walk to town. At night there was laughter, distant fires, and I’d look at Frances and feel glad. I’d stand near her. I’d compare things to her hair: the good, wet red clay of the road, the sheen of a beetle’s carapace. I’d ask her to repeat herself so I could listen. just listen. while above us: frayed white slashes in the cloth of the orange-black sky.  (Read More . . .)


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