I have several reoccurring dreams, dream components mostly. Like the house I grew up in, that beautiful living room usually. Such care went into each book placement, she splurged on the furniture, it had to be Victorian. The stenciled trail along the ceiling molding, albeit no longer in style (was it ever?). She loved it,… Continue reading In Dreams or Nightmares
Category: loss
The Blue Dress
That darn blue dress. She hangs low these days and even though we've not worn her for many moons she still remembers so many things; what it was like to twirl, kiss and be kissed, take a chance, to feel loved and adored, to feel betrayed and broken, I think the last time I wore… Continue reading The Blue Dress
Becks In Bed
I used to bathe in being blissfully unaware. I met you and it was like 8 years of squinting at the light but also sitting in the dark, so untrue of so many truths I used to cling to. Becks in bed looks so different now, she seemingly does not exist, still celibate and I… Continue reading Becks In Bed
He’s Ain’t No John Wayne
My father is an 80-year-old Oklahoma-born, Vietnam vet, a retired police officer, and very much a man of his generation. So of course he wanted to be a John Wayne type. If you are not familiar with JW let me give you a few examples - from the movie Hondo (this is totally how he… Continue reading He’s Ain’t No John Wayne
Go Ask Alice
Not that Alice, but if you could ask Alice anything what would you ask? This Alice though, she's the one I can't get over: "I happen to love rabbits, especially white ones" - Alice Kingsley When I reflect on my mild obsession with the Alice movies I can remember being very young, sick with something… Continue reading Go Ask Alice
In Dreams: The Eye Of The Storm
In yet another installment of crazy dreams and demonic behavior, I give you the latest in screwed-up nightmares. The eye of the storm is, not actually the most tumultuous part of a storm, the eye is a region of mostly calm weather at the center of a tropical cyclone, and the eyewall is actually the… Continue reading In Dreams: The Eye Of The Storm
Castles Made of Sand
"And his tears fall and burn on the garden greenAnd so castles made of sand fall in the seaeventually" -The Jimi Hendrix Experience Out of the woodwork, they contact me, telling me they too were fooled by the devil. None of them have the years and scars that I do but I still listen. All… Continue reading Castles Made of Sand
Here Kitty Kitty
Have I told you about the kitties in my dreams? They appear almost as much as he does. A therapist once told me these creatures represent me and that has both made sense and not over the years. In most cases I am taking care of them, stressed about them...there are almost always two, sometimes… Continue reading Here Kitty Kitty
and the reason is…
I don't sleep in our past like I used to, and when I would see you so often your words would become echoes in my dreams, a voice seemingly designed to madden, no longer love but a broken record of torment. Playing the same questions over and over again and a song forming as I… Continue reading and the reason is…
The Little Girls
This concept and or idea of there being many parts to us, that we have past versions of ourselves running around inside our hearts, mind, and souls; for me the little girls of my past, little Becky's that were not honored or seen. The idea of playing as an adult is a bit foreign to… Continue reading The Little Girls