The Dream Our group of peoples had been going about our daily life, just living. I am watching my son playing in the water of our nearby river. I know my mother is watching him, but she’s just out of my view. I leave to go get towels or blankets from him, and in this […]
“Une Charogne” by Charles Baudelaire & the #Psychology of Addiction
“Do you remember the sight we saw, my soul, that soft summer morning round a turning in the path, the disgusting carcass on a bed scattered with stones, its legs in the air like a woman in need burning its wedding poisons like a fountain with its rhythmic sobs, I could hear it clearly flowing […]
#Spider #Dreams Return, A Spider Legion & Remembering Grandmother
Last night I dreamt of my back covered with spiders, like a mother spider with babies. This was great angst for me, despite spiders being sacred to my heritage who are Apache. Spiders are messengers and I’ve had dreams of them before most especially. Dreaming and visions have been part of the native half of […]
Last Night I Dreamed #WaterIsLife
Last night I dreamed of a great wave. Of having been in the front yard of house with about a dozen other people aware of possible bad weather coming, a storm of some kind, but the air was calm rather. The sky rather watery looking pink pearl, orangish, bluish with a hint of green in the southeast but not unusual. The day is unusual in its clarity, as if water glistens on every surface: skin, grass, clothing. Despite the weather watch, I decided to go walk west along the great pier front, beyond where these houses shelter in the safety of a cliff overhang.
The pier front is a series of mostly iron fastened wood, stretching across a bay. It is closely packed with businesses, balconies and shops built close to the shore. Farther, the piers curve back to the left were ladders, scaffolding-like with steps built up to yet another high pier where if you climbed up you could see much farther out. It all seemed safe and okay to do so, and feel on top of the world, cool though untouched by a breeze.
One person I knew from the gathering in front of the house had wandered out there too, following me maybe. Probably. As calm and peaceful as it still looked, a sherbet sky of peach, raspberry and lime, just in the next moment, a call went out as if over a broadcasting system: there was an incoming wave, a tsunami. And then I could feel it, and I paused in that eternal second you know if you’ve ever been in a tornado or something. Just before it strikes, before you can see it sometimes, particularly with a tornado: there is a dead calm, but you can almost feel yourself lifting. It is terrifying, and if you’ve ever felt it once, you never forget it because it’s no joke. Continue reading “Last Night I Dreamed #WaterIsLife”
Book Trailer for “Variance” A Short Story Collection by Red Haircrow, Coming Sept. 23, 2013
Description: From the author of “The Agony of Joy”, winner of the Global Ebook Awards 2013 in Best LGBT Fiction, Variance is a collection of ten short stories and novellas by Red Haircrow ranging from contemporary to fantasy, the surreal and thought-provoking to the innocently poignant. Although some see “variance” as suggestive of disharmony, it […]
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