Category Archives: From A hypnagogic Journal

  To ensure propriety She invites me to her house To have dinner with her And her husband Only guess what Her husband’s not there  

  In the course of traveling We’re forced to share The same bed Chaste but intimate And Even more so In the carriage The next day  

  Legacy   At the old farmhouse A bunch of kids drop by Actual fans We start work on a Giant assemblage when One of them comes in And says Tekla’s outside Yeah? She won’t get out of the car … Continue reading →

A party in some big rathskeller, all women except (lucky) me. I mingle, methodically searching for Tekla from the front of the room to the back. I can’t find her, but there’s another woman who catches my eye, light, airy, … Continue reading →

  The Elevator It’s the only elevator on campus and it won’t come. I’m up on the eighth floor of Pierce Hall, the high rise dorm – I’m estimating that it’s somewhere in the four a.m. area – the evening’s … Continue reading →

Haunted House   I’m out on the sidewalk, waiting in line to get into the haunted house, when some little kid pops his head over the railing and says hi. I say hi back and all of a sudden his … Continue reading →

  Advantage It takes a second for my eyes to adjust to the gloom of the bar, but there she is, the ever distinctive Heather, wedged in the corner behind a railing. Things are pretty much in full swing already … Continue reading →

  I leave my job in the parking lot (we’re never busy anyway) to sneak a quick lunch with Rowe. She’s very depressed, in worse shape than I’ve ever seen her, down and bedraggled, very glad I’ve come to support … Continue reading →

  But in spite of all his gifts, there was something lacking in Harry, some essential flaw in his powers of judgement. He could figure out at a glance the way things worked and how all the pieces fit together, … Continue reading →