radio

dreams, hallucinations

doo wop

I wake, half asleep, in the downstairs guest room, fumbling for the alarm clock on the bedside table. The clock radio is warbling a doo-wop tune from the 60s, the music is tinny, fading in and out of the radio static.  “Let me in...” the voice sings, mellow and soothing. “You can’t resist me... Let me in... Let me inside...”… Continue reading doo wop

echoes

echo | the recursive old woman

Another entry from one of my old journals, this time from 1996.  It begins simply enough... I’m standing in front of a shelf full of journals and books in the dead man’s rooms. You can read the rest here.