I woke up this Sunday morning in a slow-motion glazy kind of way. Late morning. Tossing around several dream that I couldn’t leave behind in the clouds of sleep. In one dream Mom had just purchased a brand new home and the whole family was admiring it from the outside. It had some really cool high tech satellite dishes built on the side of it. “Now I can keep track of all of you.” she said with her wicked smile. Inside we all walked around together as a group. Almost like a tour group in a museum. Now we all walked into the Great Room. Cathedral ceiling and skylights. She was in the loft looking down on us. Everything was dark green. The fresh paint and walls were deep dark and rich like a forest. The upholstery was striped olive green with specks of orange. The ceiling to wall drapes were heavy and dark, it almost felt like night. All the hanging art was green with wooden green frames.
Outside on the deck our family gathered. Drinking and smoking. Laughing at Glenns jokes and memories. Aunt Carol was there and she seemed so much younger and thinner. She was wearing a green flannel shirt and her laugh boomed above everyone elses as usual. She had this silly smile on her face as she walked by me but I grabbed her and hugged her. This is where my dream got real freaky. Because it wasn’t a dream when I was hugging her. It was very very real. My head was in her huge bosom and I started crying. I don’t know why.
I woke up because suddenly she was gone. It startled me. It was real I thought and looked out the window at the falling snow.
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COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Lowri
DATE: 03/25/2009 12:38:26
I feel like Old Pickup Blue right now!
Will you read this? I don’t know. I remember a year ago we were in the garden…then I don’t know what happened. When stuff like that happens you always beat yourself up. Blame your own stupid self. Never good enough for anybody. You tell me you sold the business, you tell me your getting married, you tell me this you tell me that, and then you are gone. Whales? Africa ? Your phone is disconnected. I miss your blog. It kept disappearing. You should have kept it up, it is very therapeutic. I want to know why you are blue.
Saved messages I found on my Cell Phone:
-“I still can’t believe Brenda is gone”
-“You are weird”
-“You will never believe the Dead tapes I scored!”
-“I have issues and stop being Mr. Drama.”
-“We need new artwork.”
-“Manning picked a bad day to SUCK”
-“What happened to our defense?”
-“Sorry about your Giants”
-“Life isn’t an easy chair”
-“Where have you been dude?”
COMMENT:
AUTHOR:
DATE: 01/19/2009 18:00:11
The difference between a designer and an actual artist is, a designer only arranges pre exsisting graphic elements but cannot draw well enough to bring her/his best visions to light. A designers inability to draw may also unconsciously limit her/his ability to conceptualize.
COMMENT:
AUTHOR:
DATE: 01/19/2009 18:08:33
Colorful Fish
there is a woman that I love
but yet ive never seen her
she comes to me in dream and words
but then disappears like seasons and steam
i once thought she was the queen of whales
or a bird on the orange horizon
I see the shadows of the night
i taste the gardens splendor
ive touched the canvas of your youth
and licked your inner thighs
come out I asked from the dead
flowers and trees
and the deep grey skies of winter
the compost pile is frozen now
but my imagination boils
I’ve always wanted a garden pool with fish
blue and red and purple
to chip away the winter ice
and feed them maple surple
Why do I love what fades away?
my heart is always sad
it seems i never find what i want
and i yearn for what i had
neonduskjanuary202009907pm
COMMENT:
AUTHOR:
DATE: 02/04/2009 08:11:18
Comments on your cellphone. Well one,s right you are werid but in a good way ,you make me laugh so much in all the ways you but the family ties together. Thanks brother for doing all you do on family ties . Well Brittani now 6 all so just gave her self a hair cut Sorry did,t get any pitchers .Peace and love Glenn
–Glenn
COMMENT:
AUTHOR:
DATE: 02/04/2009 13:30:18
Dear brother Glenn-I love and miss you very much. I really enjoyed that time we spent together when you were in Jersey for that short time. My boys really like you allot too. They said you tell excellent stories. I played a message you left for me on my cell phone from you to them. They cracked up. They want to take you to school for show and tell. You are like the “Uncle Rebel” of our generation. You have a very kind and loving heart. Miss you Bro !!! -George