Jonathan, this is compact, compelling, and raising this question: as I read your words, …real life dreaming…faint lyrics from California Dreaming, by the Mamas and the Papas, wafted out of my Sentimental Jukebox. That’s my neural Rolodex of songs, artists, lyrics, and the setting, usually, in which I heard them.
I hope your week of dreaming was fruitful and restful. Striking flint to steel for new writing and poetry? Exploring possible collaborations with other creators? This must resemble the guessing of Rumplestiltskin’s name. Best I not invade your thinking.
I would like to like your poems.
I would like to read them.
But you put light colored text
Over your photos.
And I can't see 'em.
Jonathan, this is compact, compelling, and raising this question: as I read your words, …real life dreaming…faint lyrics from California Dreaming, by the Mamas and the Papas, wafted out of my Sentimental Jukebox. That’s my neural Rolodex of songs, artists, lyrics, and the setting, usually, in which I heard them.
I hope your week of dreaming was fruitful and restful. Striking flint to steel for new writing and poetry? Exploring possible collaborations with other creators? This must resemble the guessing of Rumplestiltskin’s name. Best I not invade your thinking.