Waking in the early morning - 7 am. Room as dark as the underside of a beached whale. Silence in every corner of the room. But outside there is a rustling akin to a moth's fluttering wings as snowflakes drift aimlessly from the vault of sky to find rest on roof or bedroom deck. I pull up the fluffy down comforter and turn on my side. Time for a pleasant, dreamy post sleep nap. . . .No! I turn back on my back, driven by guilt at my sloth, my indolence. I move various extremities in a rhythmic pattern: ankles 30 rotations in each direction. Move hips up and down forty-five times each. Neck rotations for a minute or so. Shrug my shoulders for as long as it takes me to find the intent to get out of bed. Thus do I prove to myself that I am still in control of my motor functions. And yet another day evolves into a vague sense of reality.
Welcome
- L. F. Hawkins
- Well, here you are, at the cyber home of, among others, Trout Creek Press, The Dog River Review, and the depository for the Uncollected Papers of F. S. Whinkla. You will find a variety of unrelated ramblings, musings, dreamscapes, and outspoken tirades from myself as well, though I will endeavor to keep these to a minimum. Why a WEB page in the first place I heard myself ask? Ego, vanity, all the usual, self-centered reasons. But also because I believe everything (well perhaps I exaggerate a little) is important, and therefore has meaning, albeit, sometimes unknown to us. And, because it might be important, someday, to someone, somewhere, I try to write it down. for as the queen in the Disney version of Alice in Wonderland said, “Write that down, it might be important!” And as the King said, in the book, “If there’s no meaning in it that saves a world of trouble, you know, as we needn’t try to find any.” I am totally ignorant of how these things (WEB sites) work and expect that if I decide to continue there will be many changes, especially in the next few months - I beg your indulgence. Larry (lhawkins@hrecn.net)
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