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Nightmare

Had a dream the other night. I was arguing with my mother, and suddenly I just snapped and started hitting her. Closed fist. Hitting and hitting and hitting and I woke up thrashing, in a literal cold sweat and heart … Continue reading

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The Road to La Mancha

It has occurred to me just recently that I don’t really…. dream, anymore. Once upon a time, I had images in my head that I might be a writer. A musician. That energy of youth when the world lies at … Continue reading

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