In the alley. Parts of my garden fence keep getting stolen. A man stands in the alley like he is waiting to make a deal.
A debt to society.
A second man walks by. "Are you ripping off?" I say.
A padded envelope with an air mail sticker from my mother. I open it.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Ghost Car
In a huge house next to a park. The middle-aged man and woman who own it are there. We are served drinks.
I am watering their plants. The woman gets in the way and knocks over one of the plants.
The three of us and a younger woman go outside. The house is more like a castle. People are dressed in costumes. It looks like RenFest.
The young woman and I are transported to London. Crossing a road I take her arm because she is American and not used to the traffic flow. I have to concentrate since it has been so long that I have been in England.
We reach a traffic island half way across the road. A ghost car stops to let us continue crossing. It leans to the left. Either the suspension is broken or the left front tire is flat. The windshield of the ghost car is missing but I cannot see inside. The paint has rusted or burned off leaving a dull, blotched gray.
The young woman and I discuss how we will return to the castle. We see a hill that looks like the one the castle stands on. It is night. A light shines from the sky above the hill. The light is helping us return and sends the woman three bottles each containing liquid like a perfume. She counts as she pours the liquid on us so that she pours the right amount. She knows the right amount because she is magical. I am practical. With the liquid on us we will both be magical.
We return to the interior of the castle which is a museum. We are running to escape before the museum doors close at five. The woman is clinging to me slowing us down.
A mother with her child holds a glass door open for us. We reach it just in time.
I am watering their plants. The woman gets in the way and knocks over one of the plants.
The three of us and a younger woman go outside. The house is more like a castle. People are dressed in costumes. It looks like RenFest.
The young woman and I are transported to London. Crossing a road I take her arm because she is American and not used to the traffic flow. I have to concentrate since it has been so long that I have been in England.
We reach a traffic island half way across the road. A ghost car stops to let us continue crossing. It leans to the left. Either the suspension is broken or the left front tire is flat. The windshield of the ghost car is missing but I cannot see inside. The paint has rusted or burned off leaving a dull, blotched gray.
The young woman and I discuss how we will return to the castle. We see a hill that looks like the one the castle stands on. It is night. A light shines from the sky above the hill. The light is helping us return and sends the woman three bottles each containing liquid like a perfume. She counts as she pours the liquid on us so that she pours the right amount. She knows the right amount because she is magical. I am practical. With the liquid on us we will both be magical.
We return to the interior of the castle which is a museum. We are running to escape before the museum doors close at five. The woman is clinging to me slowing us down.
A mother with her child holds a glass door open for us. We reach it just in time.
Banquet
On the edge of a cliff. Food for a banquet is being handed up from below. I move away from the edge.
I sit down with a bowl of fruit salad. Some spills. A man and my mother say I am not allowed to eat it. I tell them my family is coming to eat with me. The man complains about the heat. He is from Minnesota.
My mother, brother and I are looking for Stop #47. We take a bus to London.
I sit down with a bowl of fruit salad. Some spills. A man and my mother say I am not allowed to eat it. I tell them my family is coming to eat with me. The man complains about the heat. He is from Minnesota.
My mother, brother and I are looking for Stop #47. We take a bus to London.
Eggs
Carrying an egg. The egg is on a tray like the multi-compartment ones of TV dinners. The tray is too flexible. It bends and cracks the egg.
Preparing for a show with musicians I have not worked with before.
Carrying an egg.
Carrying an egg on a weak plastic tray that bends and cracks the egg.
In a building in a wind storm. Trees are falling.
Preparing for a show with musicians I have not worked with before.
Carrying an egg.
Carrying an egg on a weak plastic tray that bends and cracks the egg.
In a building in a wind storm. Trees are falling.
Sixties
On vacation. I have a gun and an electric drill. I worry about packing them. I worry about my ID.
On a plane flying to Heathrow. Everyone is wearing fashions of the Sixties. The flaps of the plane are stuck making landing difficult.
Driving a purple VW like the Matchbox car I had as a child.
On a plane flying to Heathrow. Everyone is wearing fashions of the Sixties. The flaps of the plane are stuck making landing difficult.
Driving a purple VW like the Matchbox car I had as a child.
Books
Driving to Kansas City. Something has been stopping me getting to therapy. I had told Anna I could not make our session.
Sitting on the floor of her surgery. I am surrounded by psychology books. We are discussing theory.
"That's our time," says Anna.
I get up from the floor and leave, confused, defensive, with a flippant remark.
If Katherine had been buying the Twix immediately after a trip to Vegas she would have left a tip.
Sitting on the floor of her surgery. I am surrounded by psychology books. We are discussing theory.
"That's our time," says Anna.
I get up from the floor and leave, confused, defensive, with a flippant remark.
If Katherine had been buying the Twix immediately after a trip to Vegas she would have left a tip.
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