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sherrie-theriault's picture
Sep.25.2013
September 25     No Dialing Tonight   When it is late at night and I can’t sleep I wander and putter and plan my dreams.  I hold out hopes and wash their faces; pray for rain and clean all traces.  Thunderstorms rumble and lightning strikes; I tune up the plumbing and wipe...
michael-seidel's picture
Jan.01.2013
I awoke in pain from my lower back.  Dawn's soft grey light was creeping in past the bedroom blinds.  Orientation slowly poured into me. My head was between two pillows.  A giant gingerbear was snuggled against me on my left, using my pillow as his pillow.  My wife was tucked up...
alex-fraser's picture
Jun.13.2012
Woke at 8 p.m, woke at 10 p.m., woke at noon!  What a life!     But I wish that my energy was such that I had leapt up at eight.  All sorts of opportunities presented themselves.    For indeed, the day was packed with interesting news and propositions on the Internet...
rebbecca-hill's picture
May.13.2012
‘Do not look for happiness in life.  Life itself is happiness’.... From Tolstoy and the Purple Chair: My Magical Year of Reading by Nina Sankovitch. This morning at the brink of waking, I felt my lips form a turned up semi circle. I smiled wide for no reason or perhaps it was because I was...
rebbecca-hill's picture
May.08.2012
The birds sing--reach my senses as a bouquet of yellow freesia and pink sweet peas. I sit up in bed, look out the window and a bright light is beaming at me; it is the moon. I sit up taller and it's as though the moon is merely feet away from the trees below and speaks to me--whispers, here I am....
rebbecca-hill's picture
Feb.20.2012
The  house is still. Day is waking.  Tick-tock The house is still. Listen to the flowers growing. Tick-tock, tick-tock Whoosh Blurp, blurp Tick-tock Whoosh A small bird gently sounds into my left ear.  Right ear perks up to the bold  crow in the distance.  Tick-tock Whoosh The house is still,  Full...
thaisa-frank's picture
Oct.24.2009
In relation to the blog below, see the review of MEMORIES OF THE FUTURE in the NYTimes this Sunday.  http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/25/books/review/Schillinger-t.html?_r=1&ref=review  Another writer who blurred the lines between sleeping and waking, nightmare and reality. Deep down, this kind...
rebbecca-hill's picture
Sep.13.2009
It was nice to wake to the blue jays squawking this morning.  Our 6:30 a.m. wake up call.  They begin when the sun starts to shine bright, flying from their different trees, talking, and squawking.  On a slow morning, like today, when I go outside—not rushed—I listen and watch.  When they actually...