Dreams are.

March 26, 2016 § 1 Comment

photos from CCC computer 928

Dreams are

the mind cleaning house,

dragging clutter to the curb,

clearing the shelves

of a new day.

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Dreams are

desires unacknowledged,

snagged as we troll the

dark depths of

the unconscious.

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Dreams are

losses ungrieved,

memories buried deep that

revisit when we cannot

fend them off.

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Dreams are

glossy soap bubbles,

all surface, rainbow, and air.

Momentary,

then gone.

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Sixty-four.

March 12, 2016 § 2 Comments

64 Crayola box.

This is what we have at our disposal when we engage in a real-world conversation.

The deluxe box of sixty-four colors.

The basics are there: red, yellow, blue. But so are the nuanced in-betweens.

The basic colors are the words we speak.

The in-betweens used to shade the spoken words include body language, gesture, tone of voice, hesitations, setting, context.

8 pack crayons.Here is the palette of a virtual conversation; the basic eight, clear and bright and deceptively simple.

We have words, just words with an occasional cartoon bubble parodying a facial expression.

Want to see the eight crayon version of real life?

Meet Mr. Oblivious.

 

You know the guy, the one who stands too close, over-shares, won’t shut up.

He makes you uncomfortable and you tell him so–but not in so many words. Can’t this guy read body language?

You retreat. He follows, blistering you with a litany of things you don’t give a flip about, like what he ate for breakfast, complete with photos, like you’ve never seen French toast. How did he miss the eye roll?

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