Trypophobia

The dream began as a once-a-nighter, but soon recurred many times night and day. Dreams of holes, large, small, deep, shallow, growing, shrinking. Waking in a cold sweat, skin burning through a thousand itchy pores. Holes consuming organs, bones and blood till nothing remained but endless dark of the universe.

Altitude

In the high mountains, the air is clear, the sun shines hot.  When the wind blows, it rages.  Thunder deafens and lightening blinds with obliterating brightness, erasing all shadows.

She sees across a vast expanse.  To  Eternity?  Further?   All because the air is thin.

Now, if only she could breathe.

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This Beach, In Summer

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This beach, in summer, is full of life; Bright human life, pushing all other bits of consciousness aside.

A family group, mostly males, flying dangerously large kites to the squealing encouragement of the females.  Elders, walking slowly and frowning at their mates, but mostly perturbed by the shenanigans of youngsters.   Volleyballers, runners, sitters, sunbathers, readers.  Solitary walkers with bumptious dogs.   And a boy who named himself “Siegfried the Dog”.  A single child at sunset, bent in contemplation of a seashell as the tide slips quietly out.

Oh for the cold, sandblasted landscape of winter, when we others will have space.

 

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My Immune System

“What?  What is that?  Oh. My. God!  What did you let in?”

“It’s no big deal.  I just saw my doctor, it was time.”

“Are you kidding me?  It’s huge, it’s going to foul everything.  I’ll be cleaning up this mess for a week!”

“Calm down.  Why do you always make such a big deal–“

“Calm down!  Big deal!  How dare you.”

“Stop.  You’re giving me a headache.”

“You’re supposed to be on my side, you asshole!  You’re going to have more than a headache.”

“Why are you being so hysterical?”

“I’ve had it with you!  Five years ago it was shingles!  Now this!”

“Uhhhh.  I feel sick . . .”

“You bet you do.  And it’s gonna get worse.  Pneumonia vaccine my ass.  I’ll show you pneumonia.”

Image by Hannah Fulop

PS.  This is an imagined conversation between myself and my immune system.  It is not an anti-vaccination manifesto.  GET VACCINATED.  Even if your immune system is a wuss.  RA

 

As the Crows Fly

birds in flight at sunset

Each evening, one half hour before sunset, crows fly to roost

Copper light by strange alchemy turned silver on the black gloss of their wings

To light the moon or the night gold eyes of owls and bats

And to draw in the hapless moth for a midnight snack

 

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Yesterday

Dune Grass

yesterday was hot
but today the fog came
prowling
over the dunes, slipping
off the rooftops and
around corners
softening everything

we left doors and windows open
until
even the stuffy corners held the promise
of Fall

Image by Robin Anderson

Mr. Crow Takes a Walk

Take a walk they said, you’ll like it they said, something different, a new point of view they said.  So I’m walkin’ here, I’m  walkin’ there.  Always late, missin’ out on the  best food, the best views.  But ya know what, I like it.  Givin’ the wings a rest.  Takin’ my time.

Thing is, I’ve forgotten how to fly.

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