I had a dream about my dad last night. Well it was a fuzzy dream, you know. He was in it or as it is in that REM type of dreaming, the thought and vague impression of him was there. The presence of him. Well anyway it was interspersed with other dreamy things, those visions … Continue reading
While falling asleep on my belly with my face in the pillow, your hand casually rests on the small of my back. Waking up before you, I sit at the table reading the paper as you quietly walk into the kitchen, boiling water for the French press. I pick my head up and take in … Continue reading
Pete Armetta 