Hot on the heels of my last dream, came another, again fully clothed, or at least clothing was never an issue. I was going to a band competition or concert – it became less clear as the dream progressed. I wasn’t conducting. I was playing. There was a wide variety of ages in the ensemble.… Read More Another Night, Another Dream, Another…
I posted the final instalment of Writer’s Block today. I no longer have a reason to feel guilty for neglecting you. I made it to 55,000 words. The sequel is already written, but it will never grace these pages. It may be the best story I’ve ever written, and I would like to save it… Read More next
I’m traveling now, so some of my resources are unavailable, principally my tarot cards. I may try to find some kind of random way of generating some kind of inspiration. Let’s see how it goes. I’ve posted today’s haiku, but sadly nothing for yesterday. Packing and driving, driving and driving, deluge driving, almost floating away.… Read More Deluge
… bitten, three times, well … bitten. I went to a neighborhood gathering last night, and in addition to getting staggeringly drunk (which is not hard for me, but doesn’t happen often), some insect decided that I tasted sublime. (Men have told me the same thing!) Somehow my knees were exceptionally delectable, in spite of… Read More Once bitten, twice …
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