I love old films. Everyone seems glamourous and sophisticated even when buffoonery is underfoot. It leaves me feeling star struck. However, being the killjoy my brain can be, my thoughts often take a sharp turn down a dark alley and replace adulation with stark reality. In the films, the actors are young and vibrant, much … Continue reading racing toward stardust
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an ode to forgetting
The panic comes unbidden, triggered by random things: lightbulbs flickering, a stalling engine, the memory of a dream no longer achievable. It grabs at my chest with a cold hum then creeps outward. Its icy hands squeeze my lungs, quicken my breath. It drains the body of all soft things, empties the bone of marrow, … Continue reading an ode to forgetting
death is a free float through pink marbled-paper tunnels
I used to have horrible nightmares on a regular basis. The kind that caused my spouse to wake up because I was screaming. My dreams were full of monsters, demons, and weapon-wielding criminals intent on killing me, if not utterly destroying everything that made me 'me'. I was intent on not letting that happen. Besides, … Continue reading death is a free float through pink marbled-paper tunnels
