29 November 2009

Dream Sequence #3

I was shaking when I woke. Scenes of underwater witchdoctors storing little girls againsts wall boards. Their backs pierced with needles to keep them in place. The blood swirls rising like smoke swirls. Beautiful and terrifying. I was a victim of the needles just the same and swam towards freedom seeking sanction in the corridors of an old house. There the nightmare only grew. I was trapped with a vapid boy from my past. I could not ask him for help, he was maddened with glee despite the dark spirits that haunted the halls. "He's one of them", I thought. I will not chase those ghosts. I will not chase these ghosts.

These ghosts of my past, these ghosts of my present.

22 November 2009

Broken Down


As I sat broken down, I saw the fellowship of the most tiny tribe of worshipers.  Under their halogen lighting and behind a bent and rusted door made of iron bars, they worshiped on the corner of a retro strip mall facing a semi-busy street.  I imagined myself running across the street, letting myself past the gates and finding relief from a higher spirit.  But I was too afraid, too alone to even move.  I imagined myself as a traveler, a stumbler-into of magical life experiences.  I imagined a certain liberation from all fears and the trust that nothing could go wrong if I jumped into this holy scene.  Can you see her?  The young Lolita, stumbling haplessly on odd adventures, but meanwhile accidentally touching people's lives.  She learns something new and the sun sets as she sets out for another great story in the making.  But on this particular evening, I was not her. 

01 November 2009


What I enjoyed most about Halloween was discussions about pretending to be someone else for a day.  There were some who admitted that they do that almost everyday.