Category Archives: From A hypnagogic Journal

Torn

Class reunion – still at the milling around, schmoozing phase, drinking a little too deeply from our wine glasses, trying to either remember or forget something about the ex-classmate in front of us. From the periphery approaches Pam, gaze locked … Continue reading

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Monroe County Courthouse

Sirens choke the night Pour darkness, the gift Of all that flows around The Monroe County Courthouse Thunder lightning rain squalls Feathery sheets of plumage Through floodlight’s current Granite statues and shivering flesh Shadowed in the niches What happened how … Continue reading

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The View

View   A knock – which is unusual because there’s a buzzer at the building entrance, so my door doesn’t get too many unexpected knocks. I finish pouring my glass of wine, walk over, look through the peephole and immediately … Continue reading

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Confluence

It’s all about the confluence, really, and that narrow spit of land where the two rivers become one. There’s a big rock at the end of it, and if you hang around there long enough something interesting always seems to … Continue reading

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Icicle

When I was editor of the literary magazine at school Stacy submitted a story about a girl who stabs another girl with an icicle in the ladies’ room, then puts it under hot water in the sink and, voila, no … Continue reading

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And The Sea

And The Sea   Through the big plate glass window of the cafeteria I see Virginia and Pam at a patio table outside. I break off my conversation, slip through the crowd, and go out the door and around the … Continue reading

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Graduation Party

At a graduation party. Heather’s here, all glammed up, having a typically wild time. I keep trying to make my way over, but have a series of engaging encounters myself, lose sight of her, and don’t finally catch up until … Continue reading

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Buffet

So I find myself behind her in the buffet line. Given our somewhat fraught history, I’m not sure if I want to say anything, but of course I do, and eventually we manage to get a decent conversation going. I … Continue reading

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Swerve

  I get up early and decide to wander the campus before anybody else shows up. Ludicrously clutching my yearbook, I walk down the driveway next to the school, slowly taking everything in, circling the soccer field, peering through the … Continue reading

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Really?

I come home to find my apartment door open and my laptop missing. I’m livid until I discover that someone’s just put it back in its case and stuck it on the shelf. I look in the bedroom and there’s … Continue reading

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