Category Archives: From A hypnagogic Journal

It’s early – ten a.m. – driving in Heather’s station wagon, idly circling the lakes, half heartedly thinking about stopping at the pier, but then trying to follow a train, catching up to it here and there as it thunders … Continue reading →

The Jewel in the Lotus The Mirror of the World The Nervy Grin of Beauty The Lady of the Ocean of Foreknowledge The Noble Apocalypse Finder The Cleaner of the Misty Moon The Illusive Lion Moist Mother Earth The Wheel … Continue reading →

Attendant Ruminations She’s so confident Louis Brooks banged blonde getting silver fish bowl head luscious black jacketed ideal hemline provocative white hose spikey black heels supercilious smile favoring me so she can write a check to get out of the … Continue reading →

So there was Heather in my living room, twirling to the music, barefoot, a ballet skirt pulled on over her jeans. As things progressed she seemed to literally get higher, flightier, more frantically graceful, a buzzing Ariel with magic in … Continue reading →

Waiting For Heather Part Three (Disequilibrium)   Strangely enough, when I heard the sound of a car that night I didn’t jump up thinking maybe it’s her the way I had so many times before. Somehow I just knew, and … Continue reading →

(Waiting For) Heather (Part Two) Katie called and I just let her talk. She’d broken up with Bill again, so I was treated to yet another account of what a jerk he was, familiar words that would be conveniently forgotten … Continue reading →

  Tow Truck So here I am, in Miami of all places, sitting in a tow truck across from Heather’s house. It says Art’s Towing on the truck’s door, but that’s not really true because it belongs to my friend … Continue reading →

If there had been any single person from my past that I hoped to see again, that person would’ve been Heather. I’d kept my eyes open for any sign of her for so long and through so many false alarms … Continue reading →

As he lay in the bath he felt suddenly uncomfortable – there didn’t seem to be anything he could look at with real interest – the same faucet, the same knobs, the same tiles, everything carefully chosen to be in … Continue reading →

And so we rolled on 28 along the river, the two of us, Katie’s headlights stabbing through my back window, her face indistinguishable among the shifting reflections of trees on the windshield. Used as I was to the streetlights and … Continue reading →