This is a poem I wrote over ten years ago during a three day bout of insomnia. It's still just as applicable today.
Now I lay me
down to sleep.
I pray, dear muses,
don't make a peep.
Let me sleep sound
'till morning light,
and I swear to you,
then I shall write.
But keep me awake,
deny me dreams
and I shall be too tired
to write anything!
This is your last chance
so shut up now
or 'twill be morning
without sleep, anyhow.
Monday, August 31, 2015
Monday, August 24, 2015
Imaginary Friends
I have always had a healthy imagination. I didn't think it was anything out of the ordinary to make up stories and songs. It's just something my brain has always done. I grew up playing with imaginary friends and thought everyone had that experience, at least to some extent. I was really shocked the first time I talked to someone who never had so much as a pretend pet, much less an imaginary bestie.
The first imaginary friend I can remember is Hogo. He's a short guy, blond hair in a Beatles bowl cut and big glasses, and, get this, I always saw him in black and white. It's probably because I was a big fan of Simon in the Land of Chalk Drawings on Captain Kangaroo at that time. He showed up when I was about 4 years old. I can remember playing with him at my grandparents' ranch during the summer before my family moved to Baton Rouge. He had a stick horse just like mine and we'd have races together around the chicken coop. It's going on 40 years now and I still remember his scowl when I won.
So this blog is dedicated to Hogo; he may not be corporeal but he made my childhood far more interesting for his friendship.
The first imaginary friend I can remember is Hogo. He's a short guy, blond hair in a Beatles bowl cut and big glasses, and, get this, I always saw him in black and white. It's probably because I was a big fan of Simon in the Land of Chalk Drawings on Captain Kangaroo at that time. He showed up when I was about 4 years old. I can remember playing with him at my grandparents' ranch during the summer before my family moved to Baton Rouge. He had a stick horse just like mine and we'd have races together around the chicken coop. It's going on 40 years now and I still remember his scowl when I won.
So this blog is dedicated to Hogo; he may not be corporeal but he made my childhood far more interesting for his friendship.
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Who is
- Mrs. Z
- I watched Happy Days as a kid and Mrs. "C" was a tremendous role model. Then I grew up and became a Zwermann. Mrs Z is so much easier to say. Anyway, since you're here, you probably should know that I write. I write about real things and I make up pretend things to write about, too. It's really kind of awesome you're here reading some of my work. Thank you!!