Tag Archives: Dreams

Homecoming

She greeted me dressed in an old fuzzy robe at the door. Flushed from a warm bath, she smiled up at me as she hugged me hello. I returned the hug one-handed, holding my bag in my left, from the … Continue reading

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I touch my lips

I touch my lips I think of your lips touching mine. I touch my beard I imagine running my beard on your neck as I kiss your ear I touch my arms I  imagine my arms holding you I feel … Continue reading

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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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