Feeding the Baby

The evening was  warm.  I was sitting on Grandma's  rose colored carpet in the front room of the Ivy Street house. It was good to be back. The house had been empty for most of the last 35 years, but it was still nice. Shabby, sure, and a little dusty, but nice. Comfortably messed up, so you didn't feel that you had to watch yourself every minute. I was sipping a drink, full of clinking ice cubes, from a tall plastic cup. I had a flight back home in an hour, but it was so nice and comfortable there, I almost didn't want to leave. The t.v. was on, very quietly, just a sort of light show. Morgan and Tim Aller came into the house through the kitchen. We all said hi and joked around a little bit. It was good to see them again. No one much comes up to the house anymore. It is weird really how isolated I feel from the rest of life when I am staying up on the hill. There have been dangerous  times, but this evening, with the sun slowly dimming and a war...

Of asphodel, that greeny flower, I come, my sweet, to sing to you! My heart rouses thinking to bring you news of something that concerns you and concerns many men. Look at what passes for the new. You will not find it there but in despised poems. It is difficult to get the news from poems yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there. -- From Asphodel, That Greeny Flower , by William Carlos Williams, 1955

Last night I dreamed I was traveling alone in strange lands.   I came to a trendy hotel and they led me to their trendiest accommodations. It was a separate suite though it was shared. I was given the ground floor and there was a couple checking out of the upstairs.  I was glad they were leaving because my bed for the night was out in the open and the stairway to their room ran down into my room. My room had a living area , kitchen, dining area and bed area. Part of the trendiness was that there were no closets just low chairs everywhere so you could drape your beautiful clothing over them. Old Chair by Mr. iMaax ©2011 on Flickr used under a Creative Commons Attribution License There were walls of windows and one wall faced a famous local sight, the castle built on a hill of sand.  The sand was stabilized a little by matted green grass but you could clearly see that it was a very tall hill of sand.  It was a castle like construction too, ...