dreams – In the Chair

I’m Not a Poet and I Definitely Know It!

April is National Poetry Month, a time of year I try to read poems, search for new poets, read poets I know about but never even looked at their poems, and yap about poetry a little. I should really do this all year round. I am in awe of poets. I’ve written about five poemsContinue reading “I’m Not a Poet and I Definitely Know It!”

Sometimes a Cigar

Last night I had a dream that Betsy Lerner recruited me to join a baseball team of wannabe writers she was putting together. The team was called Midlife Crisis. A few of us were huddled around a small student desk in a ratty classroom trying to decide what position we should play and tossing around ideas for uniformContinue reading “Sometimes a Cigar”

You Can’t Cry on the Moon

Did you know that we are 50% banana? My youngest daughter, who has a penchant for odd or interesting facts, Ripley’s Believe It or Not books, the TV show Buried Treasures, rocks and sea glass, and inventions (since there are butt warmers in cars she thinks there should be air-conditioned back coolers for the summer-and if youContinue reading “You Can’t Cry on the Moon”

Friends With Benefits

This is so damn hard. It’s embarrassing to be here again, like some shmuck constantly apologizing for forgetting your birthday. I suppose there are people who can just come back to a blog after a month or more and write like nothing happened. Like it’s ok that they were away from the blog, farting around, playing the stockContinue reading “Friends With Benefits”

For You, Mom

A year ago today my mother died in my arms. I’ve posted about it before (see Still Here) so I won’t go on. But here are some excerpts from a short story that give you some sense of her. The tense is a mess, and it’s a bit of a hodgepodge without the rest ofContinue reading “For You, Mom”

Almost Famous

Last night I had a dream about Michael Cunningham. He was giving a writing workshop in some small, gloomy city and I wanted desperately to be part of it, to see if he remembered me from the P-town workshop I took with him 11 years ago, to impress him with my extraordinary writing and myContinue reading “Almost Famous”