Blank Postcard #15

I close my eyes, and my once muddled mind falls quiet, the only noise the rushing of the sea and the impatient squawk of a gull. I dream; for once I dream something pleasant, and I am flying, taking the wings of the gull for myself and going high into the sky, leaving everything toContinue reading “Blank Postcard #15”

Postcard #30: Southern Bells of Charleston

We are back on the street, our bellies full, our minds temporarily satiated; although we are lost in our own worlds, ensnared in a web of our own thoughts. We walk silently, me, myself, and the beautiful young woman who refuses to leave our side. I am glad for her company, if only because sheContinue reading “Postcard #30: Southern Bells of Charleston”

Blank Postcard #14

I sit at the table, staring blankly at the glass of water while my finger spun the straw, making circles ripple and swirl, a miniature whirlpool trapped. Voices buzz around me, but I do not hear them. My dreams ripple and swirl, ripple and swirl, a colorful whirlpool matching the one in front of me.Continue reading “Blank Postcard #14”

Postcard #29: Misery or Missouri?

We are famished. Somehow, we drag ourselves off our feet and make it into the nearest cafĂ© willing to take in an unlikely group. The waitress reminds me of the one in the pink zebra shirt, the one we left behind what feels like eons ago. This one is prettier, friendlier, smiling in such anContinue reading “Postcard #29: Misery or Missouri?”

Blank Postcard #13

The young woman with the most beautiful, enchanting name in the world opened her mouth to sing along with the one man band standing on the edge of the sidewalk. Her voice struggled to be heard, to find an even rhythm, but steadily, gradually, it shined brighter than a star. I could hear her story,Continue reading “Blank Postcard #13”

Postcard #26: Boston Tea Party

The sun tears through the tent, the light ricocheting off the orange flaps, and my eyelids are blinded by multi-colored stripes. I yawn, stirring. My companion is awake, stiff and motionless from the discomfort of a cool night. There were no blankets, no soft pillow, none of those things we treat as a need whenContinue reading “Postcard #26: Boston Tea Party”

Blank Postcard #12

They come to me in my sleep. Dreams. A dizzying sort, the kind in which up is down, down is up, fragments of reality scattered in between the abstract fuzziness. At the bottom of it all is a nagging fear. They will leave me soon. I am coming to the end of the line, toContinue reading “Blank Postcard #12”

Postcard #24: Into the Not-So Tropical Island

Breath in. Breath out. That’s what they tell you in mindfulness exercises. Focus on your breath. Focus, focus, focus. I focus on taking one step at a time as we finally leave the roller coaster, both of us a bit woozy. I focus on the cracks ripping through the sidewalk, the result of erosion orContinue reading “Postcard #24: Into the Not-So Tropical Island”

Blank Postcard #10

I breathe deeply. In. Out. In. Out. The air moves between my muscles, settling my bones. “You seem so happy,” my companion says with a tinge of bitterness. “How is that so?” “I am happiest when I conjure another story, or surrounded by those who love me when it’s too hard for me to loveContinue reading “Blank Postcard #10”

Postcard #20: Iceland Round Two

“So where to now?” they ask as we finally pull ourselves away from the roof, away from the tantalizing music that finally came to an end. Eventually, we have to pull ourselves away from dreams because they either must end in order to move on and continue with reality or else they prevent us fromContinue reading “Postcard #20: Iceland Round Two”