September Post: Dancing Like Bears

Dreams dance like show bears on a train parked on a siding, the Big Top is in town, a three-ring circus memory binder filled with old trick pony notions, the covers of dimestore novels, sideshow dreams of youth riding bareback on horses of memory. Nightmoon calls softly through dirty skylight, ceiling fan wraps air in its arms and croons a whispered, one-note melody accompanied only by a faint click track, one tick per revolution, while the potential audience snores on, oblivious to the Greatest Show on Earth until morning tiptoes in from the east and spotlights the whole extravaganza once more. Bring on the Fat Lady! Bring on the Clowns! The Bearded Lady awaits her Strongest Man In The World lover and the lion roars for his lost veldt as the Tamer cracks the whip. The Tightrope Walker knows it's all a matter of balance. Step right up, folks! The show's always about to begin!

© Bob Loomis

September 2013

August 2013 Post

Short Biography & Advice

I was born in a discovery of murmuring alcoves, just down a long staircase in a wooden house filled with songs and Dutch ovens of bubbling gumbos. My mother was a plump relic of bygone dreams, my father a grocery cart filled with redeemable bottles and cans. From a very early age I knew the secret of great dancing: twirl, ballerina, twirl, and veil yourself in alternating stripes of fog and sunshine. Color your thoughts, if any, with metallic-tasting water, by that I mean water the color of midnight moonlight oil slicks rolling endlessly off toward the South Seas. Let a palm tree be your umbrella and learn as much as you can from as much of the past as you can remember. Carry your learning as far into the future as you can accurately foresee and pray that someone there recognizes you for whatever you are or wish to be.

© Bob Loomis

08-23-2013