New moon. Crescent moon. Quarter moon, more; Theobald Packenstance believed the mystic lore. His heart whispered secrets - twisted, taught, and tight Of children, monsters, and mystics who danced in the night. New moon. Crescent moon. Quarter moon light; Theobald’s dreams kept him sleepless at night. To journey away, to travel through space That’s what [...]
There are dreams. They come to you when you’re sleeping. They come to you when you’re drifting between here and somewhere else. They come to you when your eyes don’t focus and your breath is deep and drawn. There are dreams, and they come to you. They’re yours. Own them. ©2018 Andrew B. Clark
So, I rarely remember dreams. It’s always bothered me, but this morning I woke from such vivid dream, I had to document it and share. It seems as though Sharon, I, and the kids moved to Boston. We’d found a lovely run down mansion on Boylston street. It was built in the 1920s with flapper-era [...]
I lived in Boston, Massachusetts for a little over year in the late 1980’s. I moved there to chase dreams only a 20-year old could: love, laughter, life, and a passion for absolutely anything unknown. Boston introduced this Iowa Boy to people from everywhere on the planet. I befriended a barbershop baritone-comedian born and raised [...]
