Bats swam in a dark pool of heat
on a summer night that smelled like sweat.
The moon shined like a glow-in-the-dark sticker;
it smiled like the Cheshire Cat.
Tag: diary
September 2, 2023: Why do these lousy muses decide to visit when I’m hungover?
Clusters of unrelated thoughts, a brain fog, and a headache.
I crawled out of bed after a long night of drinking with Dionysus.
My mouth was as dry as forgotten laundry in the sun.
But instead of looking for water, I looked for a pen.
Why do these lousy muses decide to visit when I’m hungover?
Yesterday – what happened yesterday?
My neck is sore from all the head-banging.
It was a lot of fun.
Today – how can I have a normal day?
I woke up dead, but I feel so alive.
I want to do things.
First, water.
Then I’m ready to create.
May 15, 2023: I Saw My Father in My Dream Last Night
I saw my father in my dream last night.
His presence, his face.
The warm feeling of having a father
again,
of having roots.
I don’t remember the dream,
but I do know that I miss the man.
I was happy to see him.
Hands that knew
how to build a fire,
how to oil and clean a rifle,
how to use a hammer,
and how to make the guitar sing.
I listened to some of his old songs this morning,
and I cried.
It’s been more than 5 years now,
and I still miss the man,
my father.
A hard-working man,
a simple man,
a man whose son I’m proud to be.
