Reflections

~The swell and billow of a cloud in the blue hand of the sky. The slowness of its permutations, and how it imagines into life these tiny brown birds who poke about the lawn in their tweedy jackets. Above, three gulls- raucous captains of the currents. Those rude overseers.~   *** image credit: https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.dreamstime.com%2Fstock-photography-three-seagulls-flight-image2495602&psig=AOvVaw0k4ZPnUyEbPaKgkzzWiQ8J&ust=1622577804572000&source=images&cd=vfe&ved=0CBcQtaYDahcKEwiA4b3N2_TwAhUAAAAAHQAAAAAQBw

By a brook

~Somewhere by a brook~I say. A Freudian slip. You say What? What was that? I say ~Nothing~ but can't keep a leash on plodding thoughts that say ~Plant a small bush~ ~One that's out-of-place~ ~One that will thrive on leavings~ *** Image: Flickr.com

Breakthrough Queen

Such a story, by Meg Sefton

Within A Forest Dark

The night my son graduated college I lay in my hotel room and dreamt I failed at my own assisted suicide. As I write this, I am happy to say, the dream had no real basis in my life and everything has been a success for my son. All efforts on my part to mold and help him have created a life of sorts for him, though I was in no way alone in these efforts and of course it has been with his own applied effort that he has seen success: his graduation with honors, his happiness, his friends, his securing of a promising job, his blossoming relationship with another. It was all I have wanted for him. Then why in my dream did I die, or want to?

In the dream, I survived my own suicide attempt, an assisted…

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Desperados

~I drove a car two hundred miles today. I know we're not supposed to hug, but a woman cried in my arms as I despaired for her world. She said you are my big brother, then pushed me away. At home, the cat follows me. There is food. What could he be needing?~

Jester

and this day has a nevermind feel the soulful king is full of regret~hands off~ he knowswatch those whispersfor they betray the teabag tumblesin morning mumblesdo not touch the lingering cathe's spiny he's moonyhe knows, too this boat floats with just a whistle *** [Image: https://pixabay.com/users/dpexcel-5262680/ ]

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