A mop haired monster, its claws on a button That could wipe out my life and all the things I dreamed about but never did. Not yet. Pings on my phone, the latest update. Carefully worded, to make my heart race. It beats the same. Five hurricanes, names I recognize from a childhood game. Harvey’s…

The stuff dreams are made of

Some have said they dream in color but I dream in words. In my dreams, I come up with brilliant stories, the stuff the great American novel might be composed of. Then I wake up and I struggle to write sentences any more complex than, The cat is big. And the cat can run fast….