DAYDREAMS is a journal of my thoughts, the fiction that colors my mind. Each post is a thought of its own. They are not meant to be connected; although, one will inevitably toy with another. You can expect to see one or two episodes a week. They will mostly be prose; but if you prefer, you can define them as poetry.

Episode Fifteen

It’s what I don’t see that concerns me,
the things that raise goosebumps
but really are no more than feelings.

Like a strength that swims in black water,
a rare resurrection
of prehistoric life,
the whoosh of its tail,
a wash of white bubbles
left in its wake.

In darkness my bed is the world,
worn wrinkled sheets are an ocean
of waves.

I am drifting and nearing the edge,
imagining
a lurking,
a wide patient eye watching
within the roots
under the mattress.

I know if my hand reaches out,
beyond what I know,
beyond where I’m sleeping,
my life could be snatched,
pulled from my cover,
the ways that I reason,
to logic
twisted like hemp,
a rope that will bind
or even worse hang me.

So what do you say about ghosts?
Or do you avoid them?

I suppose this is why
I look for clear water,
the cool mountain streams
that dance past the stones
and around granite boulders,
where schools of small fish
are seen in the sun.

b e g i n n i n g - t o - e n d

I am a retired art teacher and a wannabe writer. Everything I create is for my own enjoyment. I don’t work for others because I want total freedom to express what I want. All the work I post is original.

DAYDREAMS / RECENT EPISODES

EPISODE FOURTEEN
EPISODE THIRTEEN
EPISODE TWELVE
EPISODE ELEVEN
EPISODE TEN
EPISODE NINE
EPISODE EIGHT
EPISODE SEVEN
EPISODE SIX
EPISODE FIVE
EPISODE FOUR
EPISODE THREE
EPISODE TWO
EPISODE ONE