Category Archives: From A hypnagogic Journal

Sue

Posted on May 23, 2023 by ubu507

Summers at the Red Barn

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Plane

Posted on November 2, 2022 by ubu507

Babs and her brother Wally were on an airplane, heading home for the holidays. Suddenly there was a sharp crack, and slowly but inevitably the side of the plane peeled away and they were in the sky. With an unconscious … Continue reading →

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Helicopter

Posted on August 12, 2022 by ubu507

I go on my walk – there are a lot of helicopters around because of the airshow – Vietnam era ones I know the names of from when I was a kid – a couple big Chinooks and a bunch … Continue reading →

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Cookout

Posted on June 16, 2021 by ubu507

    Virginia’s running the big hotdog cookout and, of course, I go, having already promised to help her with it as well as her recurring car problems. When I enter the grounds this big beefy kid evidently acting as … Continue reading →

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Dislike

Posted on November 19, 2020 by ubu507

Betsy and I are trying to switch out the bulbs in a complicated light fixture in one of the guest suites. As I casually flirt she abruptly says I dislike you.I’m completely taken aback. What?I dis-like you, she enunciates carefully.I … Continue reading →

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Torn

Posted on January 14, 2017 by ubu507

Class reunion – still at the milling around, schmoozing phase, drinking a little too deeply from our wine glasses, trying to either remember or forget something about the ex-classmate in front of us. From the periphery approaches Pam, gaze locked … Continue reading →

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Monroe County Courthouse

Posted on July 5, 2016 by ubu507

Sirens choke the night Pour darkness, the gift Of all that flows around The Monroe County Courthouse Thunder lightning rain squalls Feathery sheets of plumage Through floodlight’s current Granite statues and shivering flesh Shadowed in the niches What happened how … Continue reading →

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The View

Posted on December 5, 2014 by ubu507

View   A knock – which is unusual because there’s a buzzer at the building entrance, so my door doesn’t get too many unexpected knocks. I finish pouring my glass of wine, walk over, look through the peephole and immediately … Continue reading →

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Confluence

Posted on October 22, 2014 by ubu507

It’s all about the confluence, really, and that narrow spit of land where the two rivers become one. There’s a big rock at the end of it, and if you hang around there long enough something interesting always seems to … Continue reading →

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Icicle

Posted on November 1, 2013 by ubu507

When I was editor of the literary magazine at school Stacy submitted a story about a girl who stabs another girl with an icicle in the ladies’ room, then puts it under hot water in the sink and, voila, no … Continue reading →

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