Dreams

Dreams

“Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.” – Langston Hughes Dreams The ebbs and the flows create an undertow in your soul, pulling you farther and further out. Your chest fills with thrills, your skin chills with pills. Soft slumber never interrupted, never corrupted by the assonance and resonance of antiquation. The ebbs and flows create a rhythm in your schism pulling you further and farther in. The blades of grass cry as the shiver in the morning sun. The morning sun makes you shiver as you rise from your...
Sometimes

Sometimes

“Aging gracefully is one thing, but trying to slow it down is another.” – Courteney Cox Sometimes Sometimes I look at my dog and she still looks like the puppy I got almost eight years ago. Sometimes I look at the mirror and I wonder what happened to the eight-year-old in the reflection. Sometimes I look at my daughter and she still looks like the baby that escaped the womb eight years ago. Sometimes I wonder. Sometimes I wander. Sometimes I want. Sometimes I wish. Becoming unstuck in time is a dream that all dreamers wish to dream while they are dreaming. Sometimes I sleep. I sleep harder than the sleepers in the stone pastures. And then I wonder. And then I wander. And then I look at the mirror to decide where I’m unstuck or if I’m stuck. My dreams are playing mean tricks on me. Sometimes I want to know if my dreams are the dreams of dreamers sleeping in the stone...