I’m moving from the apartment that I’ve lived in for twenty years, which means a lot of packing and a lot of unearthing things that I haven’t seen in quite a while. I thought I’d start posting the standouts here as I come across them.

I loved Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman while it was on and this album is from Mary Kay Place in her role as Loretta Haggers from the show. It’s country light for the time but Place does have a husky voice and doesn’t do a lot of schtick. All in all a good one.

In my dream crossing the bridge means departure. We are bundled.

In my dream a white plastic corona intrudes.

In my dream as everything zooms in, I help a squishy beetle from its chrysalis.

In my dream something is trying to break through. We put on leather billed caps, and push down on the steel table tops with our fists while it shoves back. The ceiling drips a syrup that you can’t get in your mouth. Whatever it is it will win.

In my dream I find a place for their presence and the house is old and extensive in the right way. I’m fooling myself to think I belong and the door while closed is just propped between the girl and the street. How safe is that? That’s my final thought.

In my dream a clear glass cockpit.

In my dream short thick fur covers my body. A word rings in my head: selkie.

In my dream I wrap myself around him and bury my nose in his hair.

In my dream I must escape through the holodeck. It’s been programmed as a spiraling warehouse: shipping containers, steel archways, retail game displays and occupied surgical tables. It’s hard to generate so much stuff: the recesses glitch, and gravity is floaty, my movement slow and unsteady. Dread pulses steadily in my chest.