Monday, December 26, 2005

In Dreams, she comes...

In the Darkling Night she visits me

She does not come with messages of hope or horror

She simply sits a spell in my mind

Enjoying the view

 

There is peace while she stays

Contentness. Inevitability.

Completeness.

The Dreams are bliss.

 

Waking is the fear.

 

The mind, or perhaps the spirit,

Shall not heed the flesh.

Look! I have moved forward!

I am free of thee!

 

The heart conspires

The mind conceals

 

 

Let the Flesh run Riot!

Let Bacchus Blanch!

 

The Flesh conceals

The Dreams Conspire

 

Eyes Wide, I stare ahead

 

But, in Dreams, she comes…

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Dad

Clifford Leroy Dunham Sr.

Born December 12th, 1937 Cincinnati, Ohio

Died December 5th, 2005 Kingman, Arizona

 

The smell of Cherry Tobacco

Singing “Run along, Suzy” in the car

“You can do anything, you’re a Dunham”

“Who’s idea was this trip anyway?”

Buster’s car on the roof

Changing the Tire in the Desert

Starting the ovation

Making Cub Scout Book Shelves together

Trying (unsuccessfully) to get to the Grand Canyon

“Ring of Fire”

Seeing the Big Trees in Sequoia

Johnny Horton

Bill Cosby on Vinyl

Watching “Big Jake”

“Mr. Sparks”

“Fat Man’s Misery”

 

 

Goodbye, Dad & God Bless.

 

“May you be half an hour in Heaven, before the devil knows you’re dead”

 

 

Thursday, December 01, 2005

By a Thread...

Lately, I’ve been feel like I’m just hanging on. I’m not sure what it is. I’ve had some money issues this month. Nothing insurmountable, but daunting. I’ve got personal matters that just…won’t…
I’d like a good month without a crazy spell, y’know?
I’ve been sick all week. Not really like a flu, just dragging. Feverish. That and I think the Panic Attacks are back. Sometimes, everything just hits me at once.
I’ve had a lot of people lately tell me that I’m “in a good place” in my life.
Yippee.
Christmas is coming. Just kill me. Can we just skip it this year and get to New Years? I might be going to Vegas this year for New Years. Sounds fun, but still, somehow, lonely.
I just need to remember the good stuff.
Which was….
Hold on,
Um…