The Change Purse

Watching as the wishing well

Gets filled with hopes and dreams

A penny for the mundane

A quarter for the extreme

Step up to the fountain

Payment in hand

Close your eyes and concentrate 

As hard as you can

Focus on your desire

Set your sights high

Drop it into the crystal waters

Where all the other wishes lie

Smile and walk away

Your craving has been set free

Along with all the longings of others

In the bank of believe

Image from dreamstime


The Siren

Ensnared by the hypnotics

Within your gaze and speech

To touch is just a fantasy

Just outside of reach

Drifting along the tightrope

That hangs upon each word

With each bat of an eyelash

My own thoughts become blurred

The faint scent of lilacs

Swirls around as you hover

The sound of distant rain

Envelops me as you glide

From one spot to another

Is this spell a dream

Or a chase that never transcends

I’ll follow until forever

Or at the least


Chickens, Clowns And Water Balloons

A series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person’s mind during sleep.
Experience dreams during sleep: “I dreamed about her last night”.
noun. reverie – vision – daydream – sleep
verb. daydream – fancy

That is the definition I got from Professor Google.

I experienced a dream last night. I will do my best to place it into words.

I was wearing sweats and a hoodie as I walked down an alley with Burgess Meredith.


I looked at him and said,

“Hey, aren’t you the guy from the Rocky movies?”

He looked back at me with a scowl, in his gruff voice he replied as he spit on me,

“Yeah, but you are no Rocky Balboa…your fighter name will be Rookie Bumbalo. Now, shut up and follow me.”

I did shut up but not without a “awww check out the tough old man” look.

As we reached the end of the alley and proceeded into the open square between the buildings I noticed a cage of chickens in the corner.

“Unless you got a plucker and a fryer those fowls won’t do me any good, Mick…” I said confidently.

“If you can catch ’em, we can eat ’em, Rook. These will teach you speed. You need speed to be a fighter.” He said as he pulled a chicken out of the cage.

“I don’t even want to be a fighter…I already know I’m a bleeder….I don’t need someone to punch me in the face to know that.”

“Once you get speed…you won’t get punched in the face.” He yelled as he threw the chicken in the air. “NOW CHASE THAT CHICKEN!”

Without thinking I began to chase the chicken….looking much like a child chasing a quarter rolling down the street.


Somehow within a few seconds I caught the chicken. I grabbed it by the neck and swung it around like a lasso in triumphant fashion.


The head broke away from the body. The body and legs started running around on its own until the nerves gave out, leaving a lifeless body on the ground.

Mick looked at me, shaking his head and replied,

“I must have picked a defective chicken. We need to change strategies to get you speed, Rook.”

“What are you talking about? You said catch the chicken…and I did. What are you…”I tried to say before he interjected with one old index finger held up in the air in defiance.

“SEND IN THE CLOWNS!!” He screamed as he released 4 chickens into the alley.

Clowns? I don’t even like clowns….they scare me.” I sheepishly said.

“They you will get speed AND get over a fear! CHASE THOSE CHICKENS!”

I sighed, looked at him and said before I began the chase, “I hate you old man!”

All of a sudden a multi colored Volkswagen Bug pulls into the alley. The doors open and clowns start rumbling out with their big red shoes, over sized polka dot clothes and painted faces and red noses. Some are holding and squeezing bike horns. Others are juggling. Some are pulling endless scarves out their pockets. All are laughing their creepy clown laughs.

The create a large circle around me. I try to break the chain but to no avail.

Mick is standing on empty crates outside the clown circle clapping his hands and laughing like the penguin character he used to play.


My nerves were pretty much shot. I’m running around in a circle chasing ninja Usain Bolt chickens while seeing various oversized different colored hopping clown shoes. I was within seconds of throwing in the towel when from outside the circle Mick yells,

“You can’t quit Rook! Let’s make it more interesting. Let the bomb squad commence firing!”

From the windows in the building above the alley I heard the excited screams of young children. Within seconds I am being bombarded with water balloons….while chasing chickens…that are surrounded by freaking clowns.


The water is causing the clowns make up to begin dripping off their faces, the chickens are running into the clown feet and bouncing off like bumper cars, Mick is still clapping and cheering me on.

I stop in the middle of the circle look up and yell,


And wake up in my own bed….with a half eaten McChicken sandwich clutched in my one hand and an empty glass which used to have water in it in the other. The water is spilled all over the bed and me. The credits for “Rocky II” are scrolling on the flat screen.

I feel like a Kentucky Fried Idiot.

Hide and Seek….to Death

The card that was slipped under the door of the hotel room had one word on it.


It was written in fancy cursive and raised a little off the paper. The word glistened.

My Dad turned the card over. On the back it said,

To compete, be in front of the hotel at 9 pm.

That was all.

My Dad read it, raised his brow and said, “I’m intrigued. You feel like seeing what this is all about?”

” Sounds cool. Like a mystery movie or something. Let’s do it!!”

We ventured out to the front of the hotel and sat on the bench and waited.
My digital calculator/watch said 8:57 pm.

At precisely 9 pm a really long, dark, black limousine pulled in front of the hotel. The expressionless driver got out and came over to the passenger side of the luxury car. It had to be our ride. He wore a t- shirt with one word on it-


My Dad shrugged his shoulders and said, “I guess this is for us. Time to go.”

We got in. The door closed. The driver returned to the driver’s seat and started the car.

The limo was cool. Lots of buttons, compartments, fancy stuff. My Dad rode in silence as I opened and closed pretty much everything.

After what seemed like forever, the car stopped. Our door was opened. We got out into what seemed like a parking lot…only it was filled with limos. The biggest mansion I had ever seen was at the other end. The driver motioned us to head toward the house.

We got to the house and rang the bell. It echoed loudly….like a scary movie.
I looked up at my Dad and smiled with anticipation.

The door opened. Another man stood there wearing a t-shirt with that one word on it.


He led us on a tour of the house. It was awesome. Room after room after room of awesomeness. When the tour was over we were led to the dining area where all the other chosen ones were located.

We were fed the meal of Kings. Anything I had ever thought about eating was on the table. It was….awesome.

After dinner. Who I guessed was the host, stood out on top of the spiral staircase and spoke.

“Each of you were sent an invitation to compete. You were “Chosen”. You are here. You will all compete for 1 prize. The winner of the competition will receive the deed to this mansion, all of its belongings, and the grounds which surround it. Each of you is a team comprised of a Father and a Son. You may compete as a team but there will be only 1 winner. The game we will play- Hide and Seek. The winner will be the last one alive. You will be given 1 hour to find your hiding place. Then I will come for you. If found, you will die. Your hour begins…….Now.”

The scrambling began. Father’s dragging sons to find there place of hiding. Inside….outside…wherever they could hide.

My Father and I ran outside. He stopped and looked down at me. He then knelt down to look me in the eye and said,

“Son, our best chance to win is to split up. You are smaller and quicker than I am. When we used to play this game I could really never find you. You can win and have all this for yourself. Hide. Win.”

He ran off into the trees. I was left by myself.

The first place I hid was under one of the limos. So many cars. I thought it gave me a shot.

Soon I began to hear short screams in the distance. The hour was up. The seek was on.

I stayed put for I think 4 or 5 screams. I thought they sounded closer each time. I couldn’t stay here.

Death was happening quick. Some of the chosen weren’t lasting very long. But this was the seekers house. He probably knew every hiding place there was!

Open area was no good. I dashed into the house.

I chose the largest, darkest room I could find. And I waited……..and I listened…..

I closed my eyes tight and prayed that my Dad was ok. The screams were now muffled but I could still hear them.

I opened my eyes. Looked out into the room. My heart was racing. I was sweating. Eyes darting back and forth looking for movement.

I thought I saw….I saw…..where am I? Why am I in my pajamas hiding behind the living room couch? I’m not in a strange mansion…. I’m at home…yup, I’m at home. I can hear my Dad snoring.

Stupid nightmare.

I get up from behind the couch. Still watchful….just in case. And go back to bed.

This has been a story of a recurring
dream I have had since childhood. Maybe, since I have finally written about it….it will stop.