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still dreaming

I’ve not been posting much lately as I try to get some personal things resolved. It’s not your imagination if you think I’ve been increasingly more withdrawn over the past months.

I don’t care to go into details, but I’ve been having to make some major decisions since I quit writing real frequently, some are life-style changing and others are changes on a deeper level. An online journal is not the place to post such thoughts, at least not for me, so I can’t give much more detail than that.

I may be taking a break from journal postings, but I haven’t quit writing. Right now, I’m working on a little piece that has gotten more interesting as it evolves. Maybe I’ll post it here if anything comes of it. Or, it may just be an exercise as I take a break from the story I had started for NaNoWriMo, but never finished as my more private life took over. I might get back to that one too, but I found myself blocked last night as I tried to move forward and, like any persistent writer, I decided to write something different. Sometimes it isn’t the story completed, but the act of writing that is important.

Folks, I am still dreaming — sometimes I wonder if I dream too much.

ever get that creepy feeling….?

Up your spine that makes you want to shiver hard enough to shake it all off?

Got that feeling today. Not pleasant.

glass house

in the burning glass house
people stand tall, heel to heel
looking to far off corners
whores to habits of ages

flames lick higher
and still they stand, unmoving
unswayed by the heat
pushing into their cold white faces

lace frost resists the flickering fire