Of tin boxes, signs, and interpreting dreams.
Of Parking in Paris, Intriguing Identities, and French Men in Dreams
Of French men and dreams…
Far From the Dock
Dreaming strange goodbyes with no resolution.
Don Draper Dreams
“I want less mess around here,” he says. “And that means less stuff. We’re selling this place, and we’re living more simply.” Not the words I expect from Don Draper, and I wonder how it is that I’m witness to this private conversation. Well, somewhat private. It’s a small guestroom in a part of the […]
Facing It
There was no need to lie about my age as I moved through the corridors of the school with a thirty-something man at my side. I was wearing my twenty-something face. I was lost on the way to a lecture, and he was a Teaching Assistant I had approached outside the brick building as he […]
To The Fathers Who Have Left Us
To the fathers who are gone, whatever your reasons, do you regret your departure? If good memories predominate then we are fortunate, though the moments that we mix with nostalgia are buried in a past that we refashion to suit us. We know too well the sunlight, in which we stand at your side. We […]
Eight Hours, Six Sons, Two Dreams
In the dream I am a young boy, an adolescent really, fourteen or fifteen. My skin is translucent, my veins sky blue, and my fingers are finally growing. My arms and legs are too long on an awkwardly assembled chassis. My voice has yet to drop and my cheeks show no need of a razor. […]
Destination… Contemplation
Paris, 9 days, $1300. Dreams of travels to come. At least – the energy to dream.
Trust Fund
Life’s relationship experience: refilling the personal trust fund after loss or betrayal.
Letting Go
Reinvention through dreams of life before and after divorce, processing the post-marital landscape.