Wednesday February 1, 2017 – Did you just now rise from a dream white boy, did you just rise from a dream?
Wednesday, February 1, 1978 – “It’s a waxing crescent moon”, I say to Davis, “a perfect night to cruise”. “The snow is spinning its way forward, leaving New Mexico, dropping on to Amarillo, underneath the arc of the silent moon”. “What say we take these beers down the “Old Bisti Highway“, through this inch of ice, towards the landscape of the moon”. “There’s bound to be souls down in those old badlands, that we should see, maybe some things we should not do”.
Wednesday February 1, 2017 – Why did you come on out here white boy, trying to replicate in dreams? Thirty-nine years of dust between us, imagination so keen. Why did you instigate our raising, you left us years ago? Here we are in the Bisti Hoodoos, silent still waiting, as the dead cells, in petrified wood. Why did you come here, calling, opening chapters so long closed, bibles so deep, where words don’t mean what they seem? Why did you dream your, book of the shadows, where western winds blow? The legends we thought were gone, in puffs of smoke, now you raise us up. Why did you raise us up, haven’t you seen enough?
Wednesday, February 1, 1978 – “We are voyagers”, a thick voiced Davy, says to me. “Player is on KWYK, the signal weak, “Baby Come Back“, moving the frost back from the “Oldsmobile’s” windows where we can see. “Look at that coyote”, I say, “he’s faster than anything can be”. “He’s faster than me, faster than me”. The air is moving, the hoodoo‘s are alive. And it is the night, where two friends come to a place where there is no retreat. And before “All the Souls”, we “shudder before the beautiful”!
Wednesday February 1, 2017 – Did you rise before midnight white boy, see the waxing crescent, hear the moans still rising from the ancient ruins. Did you really think you were still there upon the Bisti, watching “All the Souls”, of the old worlds watching you? Did you dream of stories, here in your quiet bedroom, going years before now, thinking were they true? Did you learn a lesson now, laying here so quietly, breathing in your spirit, what you saw then you can see now too? Did you stir your vision, from its years of slumber, did you grow to know us, like we know you? Shudder before the beautiful, shudder in the darkness, of this night, “All the Souls” are waiting, now they wait for you.
Wednesday, February 1, 1978 – “The planet is moving”, I say in the cold, outside of the Oldsmobile, watching wide eyed while a story unfolds. “All the Souls”, my friend says with a gasp, “I think the dead are rising, were they ever dying”.
And Davis and I look at the souls, the spirits of ancients, the stories so surprising, in their colors and their hues. And there in the Bisti, the night drawing in, we sober together and watch the dawn bring clarity in. To bring sweet clarity in.
Wednesday February 1, 2017 – Did you just now rise from a dream white boy, did you just rise from a dream? – 02.01.2017 – דָּנִיֵּאל
I love love love this. When you write about places I have been it means so much to me. Your characters from long ago, and your dialogue with the spirit now is so well written.
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Thank you Raquel. That part of the country is indeed “Holy Ground”. 🙂
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Your welcome Daniel. I have always thought it was sacred ground as well. My mother was Hopi, and my father was Hispanic. I grew up near Winslow, but we traveled into New Mexico quiet a bit. I’m familiar with many of the places you write about. It brings back great memories for me..
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That’s really neat. Thank you for sharing that with me. A few more NM stories still to come. 😉
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Your welcome, anxiously awaiting the next one! 🙂
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Incredible writing!
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Thank you, I am so happy you liked it.
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Your welcome Daniel, you write some incredible words, always a pleasure to read.
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“Did you just now rise from a dream white boy, did you just rise from a dream?” The way it starts, it ends. The comparison same day same weather same day of the month. I checked all your links. 🙂
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Hi Erin, Thank you, I love it when somebody does that. I always like to think of them as Easter Eggs, with all kinds of good surprises. 😉
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I always check out links, it’s the historian in me. I notice you usually put a few in your pieces you write. To me it always gives a great background to the subject matter. 😉
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I agree Erin, I always look to see if anyone has embedded links as I do or if they reference their material at the end . Great stuff to be found there. 🙂
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We are like detectives. 😉 I followed many of your embedded links in your Hardy Boy tales. I almost felt as if I was there, and had grown up with you and Jason.
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Ha ha now that’s cool.
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I loved this Daniel. The back and forth between the years was incredibly put together.
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Thank you Jane, for your kind compliment. Some times, these things seem to me to be way to close together. 😉
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❤ This!
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Thank you Tansy! 🙂
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My favorite pieces are when you go historical. I loved this.
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Hi Ruby, Thank you, they probably are my favorites to write, and it’s always a blessing to me when others like to read them.
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It’s a blessing to read your work Daniel, I always look forward to it, and yes your welcome. 😉
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Shudder before the beautiful, what an incredible phrase. I love your writing, each piece so different. ❤
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Thank you Caroline for your kind compliment. i loved the Nightwish song “Shudder Before the Beautiful” from the moment I heard it. Thank you so much for reading and commenting.
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OMG, Daniel, I went back and listened to the song, I had somehow missed it before. It is fantastic, and goes with your writing so well.
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Cool I am happy you liked it.
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Another outstanding piece you have here Daniel. My favorite line, “And it is the night, where two friends come to a place where there is no retreat. And before “All the Souls”, we “shudder before the beautiful”!”
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Thank you Lynette. I am always thrilled when you find my words meaningful. A wonderful compliment coming from a writer such as yourself. 🙂
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Thank you Daniel, I will cherish that compliment coming from a writer such as yourself.
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This is another one, I would have liked to have been there Daniel. I think! 😉
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Ha ha Alex, don’t kid yourself, you would have been one of the boys. Drunk cold and scared. Thanks as always for reading and commenting.
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Indeed I would have been. These are great stories Daniel. They take me back to a time when the world was very different, and probably not as pure as we thought, but then again it could have been. Please keep writing.
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Thank you Alex, I couldn’t agree more. 🙂
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Well great minds….. 😉
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This is Canon in your library of works, and I always love it when you write Canon! ❤ ❤ ❤
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Thanks Heather, I love that word Canon, my son is always telling me what is Canon and what is not. 😉
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It is a great word, I imagine your son would know too. 😉
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Your gift is writing the surreal into the reality, the faith into the works. This was another wonderful gem.
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Thank you Natalie, I am happy you liked it. I always appreciate you reading and commenting on my work.
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Your welcome Daniel. ❤
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This was great reading! 🙂
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Thank you Roweene for doing so and taking the time to let me know.
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Would love to see film from the inside of your head my friend. This was marvelous!
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Thank you Dennis, the film is a little old and the reels need some WD40 sprayed on them at times. Still, I am happy you liked this. 😉
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Your welcome Daniel, I have a feeling that film is digitized, and sharp and clear. 😉
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