Tag Archives: Dreams

Still life

Sitting alone in the corner, I’m comfortable alone. That doesn’t mean that I like it, but it’s easier sometimes. Being alone.  A jazz ensemble is playing an ambient piece, I’m at the monthly evening event at my local museum of … Continue reading

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What is reality

   I wake most every day and know that it could be my last, that’s not a bad thing, that’s just the reality for every soul riding this rock. The bad thing is, sometimes wish that it were.   The … Continue reading

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Where do dreams go…

When I was young I dreamed of building flying machines, graceful machines that carried me aloft on gossamer wings. Often my dreams were of flying, no plane, no machine, just me floating over the tree tops, at the mercy of … Continue reading

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Rainbows End

This is a story about the end of something great; all great things end, and they usually end in tears or relief. Mine is a little of both. Sitting here high up, overlooking the airport, I see a rainbow it … Continue reading

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Be Prepared

“How have you been?” “Sad, my youngest graduated last spring. That means the end is near. When he leaves for college, she will too.” That’s how the conversation started, I was talking to my friend on the phone. My friend … Continue reading

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Dream Healing

You were wearing a soft navy blue wrap around dress and you looked good, not too skinny, a little older and lined, but I still recognized the same lost girl beneath the ages. We were sorting beads from a pile, … Continue reading

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Bitter Sweet

I love a girl walking in a bikini, that little tiny span of material that bunches up ever so sensually. I love the line that panties make on a firm bottom, like I were wearing comic book x-ray glasses. I … Continue reading

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