Life blurting out the back of my skull woke me at 3am. The idea of not being here has nothing to do with dolphins or skydiving. The semiotics of dreams is benign I`m afraid.

Flying was good. I dutifully beat my parents. I`ve seen cats of all shapes and sizes. I`ve loved everyone I ever loved at least twice. The muscle that is my heart is very strong.

Again, I`ve been in a strange town, pushing a Muslim infant up a hill, his mother telling me not to.




Sandra Tappenden
Pic.  Nick Victor



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