Notes From Two Edges

Dream # 246

I was fighting a screaming woman, some kind of she-devil, who in her worst form became ...

A thrashing ball of clay.

It would creep around furniture, go into books, enter water, where I, avenging superheroine, would chase after it and beat it with a giant gold flyswatter.

Note # 509

My brother is dancing in my room. His movements are quick and imprecise, a clumsy whirling dervish, his arms flailing instead of flowing, the most he can manage is to sway to the beat, but not much else.

Dream # 239

"You should't be writing here when you have so many other things you need to write."

"I know, Super Ego. But Id always wants to play."

"Then supress it. You are a grown Ego."

"The two books; my stories for the Palancas and my graduate thesis; the scripts for my workshop (two scripts); my two one-act plays with Kooky; materials for work; the children's book about being vegetarian in an animal-eating world; and poetry/performance pieces to use for my Romancing Venus performances."

"See. Your plate is so full I wonder how you will do them all."

"I am thinking the same thing."

Note # 100

Thank you Lord, for everything. You give me all that I ask for, and infinitely more.