Dreamways

Sleep Dream.  I’m at 722 E. 7th Ave. It’s not Mavis Lee S’s house at this point. Ernestine lives in some sort of apartment there. I am meeting her for some sort of project, having to do with writing, I believe. It is early of a morning. The sky is blue, the shadows are velvety black. The air is crystalline, redolent of freshness and optimism. I see Ernestine go into the coffee shop across the street. (The News Stand moved one block south, as it were.) I decide to go across and meet her there. There is a line of customers.

Ernestine is her diffident, distanced self.  read more »

Sleep Dream.  I’m in the Springs. Somewhere in the vicinity of Stratton. I’m with someone, but I don’t recall who. We need to drive east. I turn onto Van Buren, but after a block, I realize that it’s been made a one-way street, going west. I turn right to get off and ponder what to do. I know that Paseo won’t work, something about its directionality. I’m in front of Stratton and the red brick apartments with their tall blue spruces. I don’t know what street will take me east. I talk to someone about getting directions, a woman, I believe.  read more »