Saturday, November 29, 2014


Tuesday, November 25, 2014


Friday, November 14, 2014

Morning Routine

From darkness,
and bedsheets,

our limbs intertwined,

a siren's distant warbling
beckons us


Sun waits

behind the hedge
to spring
(crouched and ready)

to devour us
with flaming teeth


another day's mundanities.

On the third night

I dreamt I was a young woman with a complete drum set out in the woods waiting to be played.

I could see it in my mind, surrounded by snow laden pine boughs, gleaming in the mist.

Thursday, November 13, 2014

The second night

I dreamt I was a character played by James Gandolfini.

He'd broken into the house of his estranged wife with the crash of a splintered door, and maybe hurt a person or two but they were blurry images at best, in the face of his need.

She was small and half naked in a thin, half robe, with a blonde helmet of hair and eyes like a deGrazia painting, and he found her by the big open shower at the back of of the bungalow.

It was more like a stage than a shower and when he started taking off his clothes, she looked at him with dead eyes and said "I won't do it, I deserve a day off."

Only she wasn't talking to him, she was talking to the people watching her through the bubble eye lens in the shower wall.

I guess they were in charge.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

From a dream this morning between 4 and 6

"Its a sarupe" said the little girl, "to keep dogs from biting themselves."

It was a giant plastic cone with the point cut off, and I knew what it was for, just never heard it called that.

She looked old timey, with curled blonde hair and and a checked pink dress - but the colors were faded, as if she'd just stepped out of an old photo.

She handed me the "sarupe".

And now I'm typing this with the thought of it around my neck. 

Saturday, November 08, 2014

Autumnal sunrise down Knoxville way


What I see
when da toaster sees me
Doo dah.