I had a dream my dad went to live
at a golf course on the moon
and the only reason he went
was because my uncle told him to

there was a constant summer sun
in a long, flat expanse of green
a domed space that went on forever
and the people there were mean

I knew he was uncomfortable
I could see it in his face
because for some reason, I went with him
to this golf course in outer space

Because I thought we could use some silliness this month. And I’ve started this thing where I write poems of actual dreams I’ve had. This poem made my Dad laugh.

It has been soo cold. January is kicking my butt physically and mentally, and I just have to endure. I can make it through. The new presidency has me super depressed, so I am just going to read. How many books can I make it through? I am currently reading four…two audio books and two other books. A memoir, a YA science fiction adventure, an urban fantasy, and an epic fantasy romance. Variety is the spice of life. Maybe I should throw another genre in there.

AJM