Dream Horizon

Dream Horizon http://dreamhorizon.net/ The Fine Horizon between Dream and Wake en Copyright 2008 Sat, 19 Jan 2008 14:28:07 -0800 http://www.sixapart.com/movabletype/ http://www.rssboard.org/rss-specification TP

OK, a friend has visited, and after they leave you notice they have put a new roll of TP on the bathroom holder. That's nice, you think to yourself.

Then you notice: It is on BACKWARDS!

Do you:

Not even notice such things?

Do nothing?

Take it out and turn it around?

Find that taking it out has left it lumpy and unround, so take it out again and discard it and install new roll?

Do nothing, but every time you use TP you seethe with fury. However the next time you change it, you put it on backwards again, just to show yourself that you can be flexible, it is not a big deal, doesn't really matter to me, la dee da... But the NEXT time you put it on correctly, and are toying with the idea of putting the spare TP into a locked cabinet, so the whole messy affair doesn't get repeated?

Put a little diagram next to the holder, detailing the correct method of mounting?

Remove the TP holder altogether and put the roll on the nearby cabinet?

Draw an outline with magic marker where the TP is to be placed?

Decide that the magic marker looks tacky and put down a doily with double stick tape?

Write on the doily with magic marker explaining that the TP is to be placed there?

Decide to poll your friends, and spend an hour crafting a note to them?

Realize you only have one friend who will understand the problem?

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OK, a friend has visited, and after they leave you notice they have put a new roll of TP on the bathroom holder. That's nice, you think to yourself.

Then you notice: It is on BACKWARDS!

Do you:

Not even notice such things?

Do nothing?

Take it out and turn it around?

Find that taking it out has left it lumpy and unround, so take it out again and discard it and install new roll?

Do nothing, but every time you use TP you seethe with fury. However the next time you change it, you put it on backwards again, just to show yourself that you can be flexible, it is not a big deal, doesn't really matter to me, la dee da... But the NEXT time you put it on correctly, and are toying with the idea of putting the spare TP into a locked cabinet, so the whole messy affair doesn't get repeated?

Put a little diagram next to the holder, detailing the correct method of mounting?

Remove the TP holder altogether and put the roll on the nearby cabinet?

Draw an outline with magic marker where the TP is to be placed?

Decide that the magic marker looks tacky and put down a doily with double stick tape?

Write on the doily with magic marker explaining that the TP is to be placed there?

Decide to poll your friends, and spend an hour crafting a note to them?

Realize you only have one friend who will understand the problem?

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]]> http://dreamhorizon.net/2008/01/tp.html http://dreamhorizon.net/2008/01/tp.html CORRESPONDENCE story TP Mon, 14 Jan 2008 17:48:57 -0800 Rattle I get no response

except being ignored.

Attempts to interact

are rebuked.

If you were to open my lid

You would see i am empty

But the suction of the vacuum

Keeps the lid on.

This vacuum pulls at my walls

The sensation is the turmoil of a black hole

bits flying chaotically

before disappearing.

Where was i

when i should have been filling up?

already full

of stress.

I am already dead

these movements are

only twitches and spasms.

I am death's rattle.

I am trying to collapse

into the black hole

of my heart

and disappear

copyright 2007 Deborah Bolle

]]> http://dreamhorizon.net/2008/01/rattle.html http://dreamhorizon.net/2008/01/rattle.html poetry death empty rattle Thu, 03 Jan 2008 21:53:19 -0800 Dreamz of Clothes

Last night i dreamed i was at a group function with 16 or 20 peeps. big kinda dark place, suddenly we were to pair up and swap clothes. we were all a little surprised - swap underwear too??? Yes, this was an exercise about putting yourself in another's place and seeing their points of views. Pretty strange.

shades of being last picked for dodge ball. i could find no one not paired, and finally raised my hand and called out. the only person unpaired was a sour looking woman. she didn't want to swap underwear, and disappeared. Other folks played with little stickers they put on their hands and had fun.

]]> http://dreamhorizon.net/2008/01/dreamz_of_clothes.html http://dreamhorizon.net/2008/01/dreamz_of_clothes.html story clothes swap dream Thu, 03 Jan 2008 21:49:41 -0800 Fall

Fall

I love to walk in the woods

when the damp earth is covered

by inches of papery crunch;

I try to shuffle quietly

enough to see wildlife.

Then watch the chill wind

tearing the last tatters of vestments

from the trees

who continue to raise their branches

to the sky in silent worship.

copyright 2007 Deborah Bolle

]]> http://dreamhorizon.net/2007/12/fall.html http://dreamhorizon.net/2007/12/fall.html poetry fall trees worship Tue, 04 Dec 2007 16:18:43 -0800 What is... What is...

It seems strange to me that I must append codicils

when I tell someone that I love them.

"love, a word I don't toss about lightly,

neither do I keep it locked away.

Nor do i intend it to mean more

than makes you comfortable."

Or, "Please forgive me, I love you."

Or, "I hope you don't mind if i say

a prayer for you."

"I don't wish to make you uncomfortable,

but you are amazing."

What if i don't know what love is?

When, every day, your partner leaves her dirty breakfast dishes

because she is running late (again),

is it love not to be angry?

And even to do them yourself - not because they are in your way,

or because you are anal,

but because you would rather do them so that she doesn't have to.

Of course I love her.

She actually allows me

to get close enough

to touch

her.

Of course I love her.

Would one give up one's own life for one's beloved?

Of course.

Although that treads dangerously near the precipice

of monstrously low self esteem,

"Of course, anyone's life is worth more than mine

because I don't know what love is.

So I can't love

myself,

and if I can't love

myself,

how can I love

another?"

I am not bad person

like a thief

or murderer.

I am pained

at the thought

of paining another.

I have loved before.

But where are they now?

Are they gone because

I didn't know what I was doing?

"Please forgive me, I love you.

Though I don't know what that means"

But I am working on it.

copyright 2007 Deborah Bolle

]]> http://dreamhorizon.net/2007/12/what_is.html http://dreamhorizon.net/2007/12/what_is.html poetry love Mon, 03 Dec 2007 12:18:55 -0800 Alone Alone

i have been alone before.

More than once.

Or has it been the very same time

punctuated only by dreams?

Imaginings?

Desires?

If i can't tell

I think

I am in big trouble.

Am I being sucked

into the vacuum

of my heart?

I have been alone in a crowd.

I have also been alone

in a shared bed.

Sometimes cold feet are more than cold feet.

Is it still called spooning when each shape is right

but you are back to back?

copyright 2007 Deborah Bolle

]]> http://dreamhorizon.net/2007/11/alone.html http://dreamhorizon.net/2007/11/alone.html poetry alone loss love Sun, 18 Nov 2007 21:22:38 -0800 Trust Trust.

It doesn't really rhyme

but it somehow reminds me

of kindling.

A handful of fragility that goes up in smoke

at the slightest provocation.

Trust can be given to another

who will cherish it,

breathe of its essence,

caress it lovingly,

pledge to it eternity,

and end it with a flick.

copyright 2007 Deborah Bolle

]]> http://dreamhorizon.net/2007/10/trust.html http://dreamhorizon.net/2007/10/trust.html poetry love trust Thu, 25 Oct 2007 20:06:45 -0800 Reunion Deux But we hadn't walked far

when she dropped my hand

and stopped walking.

i stopped too and looked at her.

She said, "You should be mad at me."

I said, "What? Why?"

She said, "Because you are not

going to get what you want from me."

I asked,"And what do I want from you?"

"Like everyone else

you want to sleep with me."

It was true.

I told her i was looking forward

to it soon after

I re-found her.

We'd had the most amazing times

before I became an idiot,

or at least did an idiotic thing,

and left her.

Then she turned

and started walking.

She was not an idiot.

;© 2007 Deborah Bolle

]]> http://dreamhorizon.net/2007/10/reunion_deux_1.html http://dreamhorizon.net/2007/10/reunion_deux_1.html poetry loss love reunion Mon, 15 Oct 2007 22:33:20 -0800 Fresh Love We are both very frightened.

We have both decided it will not work.

We have both decided we don't know

what "work" means

but we are afraid of it.

Cyclically one of us

approaches the other

but the other backs away

as if we are enclosed

in nonintersecting bubbles

that bounce apart

and stay apart

until they by chance

meet again

or pop.

;© Deborah Bolle

]]> http://dreamhorizon.net/2007/10/fresh_love.html http://dreamhorizon.net/2007/10/fresh_love.html poetry bubble fear love Wed, 10 Oct 2007 19:53:00 -0800 Today I Beat the Sun Up Today I beat the sun up:

Lazy bones is still snoozing

somewhere over the horizon,

comfy and warm

under this blanket of soft grey clouds.

I stand outside with the cats and the dog.

They beat me up, but not by much;

breathing warm and whispering in my ear

they invited me out with them

to enjoy the rain-wet yard.

It is too early for the other houses.

Like the sun they slumber

with their dogs, cats, humans, and hamsters.

If there are whispers,

they are too small.

A huge crow,

sitting alone on the highest roof top,

tears a raspy caw from its throat

and hurls it into the sky

with solemn authority.

Then it flies close over us.

in the thick damp we hear

the whooshing wind

wrapping the flapping wings.

I have not heard that before.

The deep green of the cedar ripples slightly

in what passes as the breeze,

while the leafless branches of the apple

do not acknowledge the wind

but tremble under the slight weight

of the mockingbirds

who are back (first sighting this Spring!)

to appraise last year's nest,

check out adjacent properties,

watch the cats

skulk through the glistening grass

with their dainty, high stepping deliberate walk,

stopping occasionally

to stare at a front paw,

before shaking the water from it.

The dog comes back to the porch

after snuffling the yard for the smells of night,

not caring if her feet are wet.

She'd just as soon go for a morning swim

but the beach takes a car,

(her license does not include driving privileges)

and her pool rests on its side against the garage,

useless and forlorn,

a fallen blue moon

sinking into a green nasturtium sea.

The drowsy sun peeks over the clouds

sending a flood of light into the yard.

The cats come back

and stare, with the dog, at the door,

whispering, "Breakfast..."

Copyright 2007 Spring Deborah Bolle

]]> http://dreamhorizon.net/2007/09/today_i_beat_the_sun_up.html http://dreamhorizon.net/2007/09/today_i_beat_the_sun_up.html poetry morning spring sun whisper Fri, 28 Sep 2007 22:34:24 -0800 03 Nimbus.m4a]]> http://dreamhorizon.net/2007/09/03_nimbusm4a.html http://dreamhorizon.net/2007/09/03_nimbusm4a.html music Wed, 26 Sep 2007 20:19:46 -0800 Story Time I could be good at clearing a library’s kid’s 'story time' by telling how “I was attacked by a shark, this long scar is where he took the first bite to see if I was tasty or old chum.”

<Here a short digression into the horrors of chum.>

“And this scar is where he tried to bite my head off, but missed and instead ripped open my chest. To force him to let go I pushed my swimming goggles up his nose, which really made him cross. He swam in a circle around me for about 15 minutes, though it felt like an hour, all the while looking at me with evil in his eyes and goggles in his nose. Then he <dramatic pause> <in a VERY LOUD voice> swooped in and chomped off my leg!”

<at this point I stand up and lift my leg free of my prosthetic, which clatters to the floor. I move my arms in imitation of a giant mouth, fingers for teeth, and make "Aaaarrrrgggg" sounds as I pan across the room. Of course, having only one leg, I immediately fall over, no doubt into a folding chair that makes a crash and adds to the pandemonium.>

At this point the children run screaming from the room with their arms held high and hands flapping, screaming “Ahhhhhhh”. Worried mothers peek around the door…

Sheer beauty.

c 2007 Deborah Bolle

N.B.: The description of my body is accurate, but the description of how it got that way is not.

]]> http://dreamhorizon.net/2007/09/story_time.html http://dreamhorizon.net/2007/09/story_time.html story kids leg shark Fri, 21 Sep 2007 02:36:35 -0800 Slumber Party This morning, as I lay on the fine horizon between dream and wake,

Cat, tired of waiting, sat next to me and began grooming.

Her whiskers, moving against my arm,

Felt like a lot of graceful, long legged, happy spiders

Having some kind of dance party.

c 2007 Deborah Bolle

]]> http://dreamhorizon.net/2007/09/slumber_party.html http://dreamhorizon.net/2007/09/slumber_party.html poetry cat dance party Fri, 21 Sep 2007 01:52:21 -0800 Tell the Rose wind

light

rock

water

forest

skin

feet

hair

blood

sweat

smell

lick

me

head

finger

arm

breast

leg

hold

you

sweet

beauty

chant

sing

music

together

we are a symphony

trudge through garden

worship language

ask why

think about chocolate

let live

luscious petal shines through the mist

tell the rose: love

c 2007 Deborah Bolle

]]> http://dreamhorizon.net/2007/09/tell_the_rose.html http://dreamhorizon.net/2007/09/tell_the_rose.html poetry creation love Fri, 21 Sep 2007 01:33:03 -0800