{a message from my dead father}

Jumbles of words wake me up; clotting in me.  My body resists waking for it’s much too early.  This is my day-to-day litmus test.  How bad? Long before dawn, I am scanning for the gravity of my depression. I have always eavesdropped on myself in this way. Somehow the heart knows, even if one has…

I hope that I am not one of the Crazies.

I wake from a recurrent dream.  It unsettles me.  Always in slumber I am Searching for meaning to life.  For love, taking on many forms.  Assurance of the illusive, improbable God to talk. To me.  Give me some sign. Speak my LORD, won’t you?  Prove [again] that you are real. Shake the heavens —  …

Dreams.

I had the strangest dream last night.  I woke up believing that my Dad had just died. In my dream I received a phone call saying: “Your father just passed away.”  And I was so confused.  I couldn’t figure out what the woman on the other end of the phone was talking about. I kept…