hic vigilans somniat
...and as the throng pushes by the windows, I see an old friend being moved along by the crowd. Close by her, I can see—and only I can see—her husband walks at her side as though guiding and protecting her. Her husband, three months dead now, catches my eye . . . smiles, waves. They move past a post, out… Continue reading siv & dave
Woke early this morning with a handful of broken fragments from last night’s dreams, losing little shards as the day progresses, memories and images slipping through my fingers and lost for good. Here’s what’s left... ...a heartfelt farewell from one of my clients, almost paternal in how touching his words are... ...my wife and I stop off at a local bar set… Continue reading lounge act
...passing through one of the seedier parts of town, I stop off to visit with an old friend from college. I’m surprised to find him here, in such strained circumstances. We sit out on his little patch of front yard and chat for a bit, but it quickly grows tiresome. He’s consumed by self-involved bitterness about the past and where… Continue reading cages
