I had a dream last night that Steve and a friend were smoking and Steve kept teasing me, saying that I couldn’t take a puff. Then I grabbed it and took a puff, and the weed sucked into my mouth and I was sorry, because it was all that we had.
Then I dreamt we were in Thailand and I was in a bathtub with my clothes on, much to my amazement. And all this rubble had fallen into a crevice adjacent to the bathtub but I thought that it didn’t bother me because no matter where I go, there I am. And then the bathroom turned into this huge room with me still in the tub, and a bunch of young handsome Asian men coming up into the room on an escalator, and I was looking at all of them and then they sat behind a long desk on the wall past the escalator as though at the U.N., all facing my bathtub. Weird!
Other news… my ex-boyfriend’s book is out. Michael Ceraolo’s ‘Euclid Creek’ is now available from Deep Cleveland Press:
This 130-page epic poem traces the origins of Euclid Creek and proceeds to illuminate hundreds of years of Northeast Ohio history as it meanders like the flow of water through people, places and events that have shaped the destiny of the land that we call home. A must read for denizens of the Western Reserve.
130 pages, perfect bound, published 2006.
$10, plus $2 shipping & handling
purchase at http://deepcleveland.com/deepclevelandbooks.html
Here are some links to excerpts I published on thecitypoetry.com: