- Books, Literature, and Writing
Dreams since 1969
First there were purple castles (fairy tales) then the twilight cities of the dead (below steep plateaus, fields of dust cover all), then the house (a garden of tombs in the back yard-her voice quietly tells me, it's alright, you can do anything, open the gate), then the little girl with ancient eyes and the smile of a demone, my nostrils filled with soap bubbles (this to my first sister; she died young & of course as a child myself, I was to blame). What next, I wonder, what's next.
(oops, forgot the hypodermic assembly line fast food factory and the ghost on the bus, face turned away as I waved in vain - but those are the stories for another time, aren't they?)
(& the parade - surrounding the girl in the glass box, whose only companions were sorrow and a rain that never ended - that was for my first wife - the universe serves the meal up; dish by dish; course by course; although some bitter; though some be sweet; none can compare to the sight - of raw, bleeding meat)
- Love & Other Tales
He stood, shoulders slightly hunched forward, before the door. The mail slot held his attention. Hed just slid a letter through, having been obsessively careful to place it within the slot so that...
- The House of Love
her arms open cold crystal hue drifting and falling the waves flow over two melting hearts into the rose in the gardens delight this we chose a sliver of night twinkling high in the...
The interlaced pipes covered the mountain; a mad man's idea of a roller coaster. I stood with the man and his children, each of us armed with hammers in this vast sea of metal. I saw my love, in the distance, getting into a car. I ran, yet the metal wouldn't let me go. The man with his children watched, sorrow leaking from his eyes, but he couldn't free me.
The farmhouse. Dark wooden planks splintering beneath the hands of those that would devour (zombies, witches, vampires;society). The hills and forest (a city) filled with them. The only survivors in the house with me. I found (made;discovered) a door to a safe place. As the hordes broke through, smashing the ferns and antiques littering the house, I saved all but one; a child, tears of fear streaked through her golden hair (sister). As their fingers dug the blood from my body, I threw her into the safe place.
I awake, screaming. Life is screaming.
In dreams, peace...