September 11th
You have to be very alive to dream new dreams; Mama: relationships like buying a house; Whitman.
It can never be just “September 11th” in New York City again like another September 9th or April 9th or whatever other date that comes by every year. This date now means many things to many different people. But history is filled with such dates. Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day is just another day “when something awful and atrocious” happened to most, but to a few it remains as fresh as September 11th is to some of us. Soon another generation will come for whom September 11th will mean differently than it does to us now.
When ... read more »
Tagged choices, dreams, life, nyc, process of writing, questions, relating, whitman, words
July 31st.
Misunderstood dreams shape-shift return to sleep in cities like Prague. Happy Birthday to my mother. Stillness is some Doppler effect.
It’s July 31st and it is my mother’s birthday.
I read this year’s July came with an extra offering: one more Sunday. I also learned that this will not happen again for some 800 or so years. I checked the facts on this. Such a combination occurs far more often than every 800 years. The last occurrence was in July 2005. The next one will be in July 2016. It might as well be accurate though. Yesterday feels like years ago.
Who keeps track of Sundays besides those who are harvesters of Stillness? No ... read more »
Tagged art, choices, dreams, life, non-fiction stories, prague, relating, travel
Delayed posting. The website was down for 12 hours.
July 24th.
A woman named Yo; the windmill within, World Rivers Project; truth is a deadbody…
Stillness is some fog today and thoughts heavy sandbags.
There is a blanket of clouds made of stubborn gray covering the Prague sky for days now. Except it was shyly sunny yesterday evening. The sun was blocked again this morning.
The sun can burn yet its power is invisible against fluffy, goofy, bulky clouds who too visit at the mercy of winds. Mirror, mirror on the earth’s wall, who is the strongest force of them all? They all win against us as the elements draw even against one another.
Some ... read more »
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Of Demons and Dreams is simply a new category of word sketches for a bigger writing project.
The night assigns us its magic task. To unravel the universe, the infinite ramifications of effects and causes, all lost in that bottomless vertigo, time.
From “Sleep” by Jorge Luis Borges
Dedicated to Miles, the “fearless gentleman.”
A Dream Exchange.
Women who know about scorpions produce male children who live without fear.
These women know all about the greedy claws and the thin, segmented tail, that curves forward over the ... read more »
Tagged dreams, fiction, stories
I used to write on Sunday mornings smack dab in the middle of Broadway.
Yes.
In dead center of the biggest and longest running avenue in New York City. The benches in the median dividing the opposite flow of traffic always felt like some rising from the Earth.
On 108th and Broadway. Not 109th. Not 110th. But 108th. As if that is some exact spot where Manhattan could be peeled and split open like an orange.
There is a small, beautiful park near by that I could go too, but no, I would always end up sitting on a bench that faces south, looking at where Broadway splits off to West End. On the ... read more »
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