i dreamt people thought i was dead
and naked waitresses served them at my wake
when i woke and listened to the news
i believed them
war
famine
pestilence
the fourth rider paused returning from my dream
you are still alive my son he said
go find those waitresses
Published in Open Arts Forum on .
Cameron McClure is the pen name of a retired Chartered Surveyor who lives in Northern Ireland. He writes to find out and express what it is like to be himself and reads to find out what it is like to be someone else. His writing explores identity through memory and place and the spirit which animates us all. He is interested in all expressive arts, and in philosophy psychology and physics. He enjoys cryptic crosswords, board games and solving puzzles in general. He would be a lesser person and lost without a dog beside him.
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