dreaming of dogen

I had a dream about Dogen last night.


In the dream, my uncle John looks like he does in my memory, not the way he looked the last time I saw him at Thanksgiving. At Thanksgiving, he looked like hell, stomach bloated, body frail, cheeks sunken and hallow — the effects of serositis of the liver. In the dream, he looks like he […]


I had a date last night (which I won’t go into details about because I think it a little uncouth to talk about such things when the person you’re talking about may be looking at what you’re writing. But I digress.) And then I went home and went to bed and had the strangest dream […]