Essays – Page 2 – Ragbag Mind

Nautical Bliss

I woke up smiling because nothing hurt, and I’d dreamed about sailing.

I can’t play guitar anymore, but I can dream about it each night.

To us New Yorkers New York isn’t real. There are only neighborhoods.

Trump’s nothing but a TV Show with bad ratings. Time to cancel him.

My dentist gave me two crowns yesterday. Today I’m doubly regal.

The old man and the old cat lie side by side, eyes shut, sharing a good dream.

Less is not really more, unless you are trying to shed a few pounds.

A storm thundered through, leaving the sky looking clean, freshly washed, and dried.

I fall asleep with a cat purring dreams into my ear.

My best memories are of things that never were, but ought to have been.