Category: dreams

Saying Goodbye to 2018

I’m going to begin this post with an excerpt from a writing of Joan Didion. I’m telling you this only so that you’ll know that isn’t to be the entirety of this post. “Some years passed, but I still did not lose the sense of wonder about New […]

Patti Smith, Just Kids

I loved this memoir from Patti Smith of her early years in New York with Robert Mapplethorpe. Some of the subject matter won’t be everyone’s cup of tea, the title doesn’t reveal that this is a book for adults, and it is gritty in places. Smith reveals that […]

Red Line Wine, Available Now!

Red Line Wine, Selected poetry and prose, 1977-1996. This is the lightning in a bottle of my youth. I hope that you enjoy these poems and pieces of prose. You may read a few of them here, listed below.ย  ~ Thank you for reading! ~ T.S. The Cafe […]

Grain, Available Now!

Nineteen Stories 1. DRIVEย  ~ย  Trying to get home 2. The Fine Art of Being Human ~ infidelity, the delicate workings of forgiveness 3. HUSH ~ a robbery gone wrong and a doctor trying to quit 4. THE NEED ~ a desperate love 5. Antares Lariat ~ lassoing […]

Feeling Good, Miss Nina Simone.

I watched a documentary last night about Nina Simone, “What Happened, Miss Simone?”ย  I had watched part of this one before and became distracted. “Feeling Good” was the first Nina Simone song that I ever heard and I loved it. I’d been a Billie Holiday fan for years […]

Letting Go is a Grace…

ย Letting go is an art, and a grace, something not so much to be learned as practiced. I think to myself… If that was meant to be mine, then it would have been. If it is meant to be mine, then it will be. It makes it easy […]

Psalm of The Beautiful Dream.

I am being quiet because there is a voice that I need to hear, it is my own. I am choosing simplicity because I can. I remind myself to claim each day with intention. I am choosing calm over chaos. I am believing for restoration. Knowing and having […]

Honeysuckle.

ย  Wakingโ€ฆ May 10, 1994 The sweet smell of honeysuckle rested on an evening breeze outside the open window. Looking down the driveway to the street, in the dim glow of the footlights, I could almost see it. There was something dangerously familiar about it all. My head […]

Dreaming.

DREAMING 9-19-91 It sounded like thunder. We could see a strange, red cloud rising up in the distance. Having had only the blank landscape in front of us for hours on end, the cloud was an irresistible sight. Keep moving, I thought, stay in the Jeep. Before I […]