bed

dreams

brute

After my wife woke up, I lay in bed for a long while.  The door opens. A large misshapen brute of a man enters the room.  Muscular and twisted, his hulking form loomed over the bed. Stripped to the waist and swollen with rage, he paced back and forth, stabbing a rusty handheld sickle down into the bedclothes as he muttered and growled… Continue reading brute

ghosts

the short

We’re in the back bedroom, my wife and I. Fucking. It’s hard sometimes to find the time, the moment. Children, work, day-to-day life — these things conspire and distract and exhaust.  But we find the time, when we can. We find the moments, synchronized, together. And it is good. Perhaps it is too brief, too short. But we know each… Continue reading the short

hallucinations

early morning

Pushing through the soft fuzz of the baby monitor, my daughter’s cries jolts me awake: “Daddy, daddy, daddy...” I’m up and across the hall before I have a chance to clear the mist from my head. Standing over her crib, I pat her back and tell her it’s okay. Once she settles down I head back to bed.  I make the… Continue reading early morning

dreams

lion

…and in my dream it is a lion that circles and follows me—a savage pet that, inexplicably, had made us his family… …I see a screen door opening and closing, sweeping its shadow across the afternoon light… …I see a four poster bed in a sea of boxes, an island of bitter regret… …I see my son.