Prairie Daydreams

  A very long time ago, I owned a dress, the dress.  It was the most amazing dress I ever owned or wore.  It was red and full of fire.  It was a dress meant for dancing and laughing and living.  Every time I wore it, I felt beautiful and amazing.  If you’ve ever heard the song “Lady in Red,” it was like that.  It wasn’t that I felt I was the most beautiful woman in the room, but that I was worth noticing. Clothes often reflect or affect our moods.  If I’m feeling lazy or depressed, you’ll often see it in how I dress.  This doesn’t necessarily mean jeans and t-shirt, but if you look, you’ll know.  Boots make me feel sassy. My purple work shoes are my rebellion. And jewelry, well, that’s my happy place of clothing, where I feel most free to express myself and particular brand of life on any given day.  A sure sign it’s not a good day is a lack of jewelry. On the other hand, it’s hard for me to get motivated while in my pajamas.  ...

 All my life I've been a wanderer of one sort or another.  I have lived in and traveled to many different places.  I wander from book to book, often times mid book, even mid sentence.  My writing tends to reflect that wandering as well.  The longer a work, the more crucial the need to reign in the loose words that have escaped and stampeded off on a totally irrelevant tangent. And find the ones that have slipped out of their proper places and are staring around in a daze. My thoughts wander about from idea to idea, place to place, daydream to daydream.  So much of my poetry, my creative writing lives first in these daydreams.  Words, thoughts, characters, scenes, imagery all plays out in fantastical scenes.  Some, much of it, dies horrible and painful deaths and we will NEVER speak of it again.  Some sneaks out and probably should have been smacked around and hidden away.  But some I truly love and set free.  Whether others enjoy it...