Daydreaming Magazine /April 25, 2011 by Rebecca Tillett

I'm in this month's issue of Daydreaming Magazine. Once you get through the splash page, just click on April. And please be sure to check out the other artists in that issue...most of the work is illustration or mixed media and I'm thoroughly impressed with it.

“Never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be.”

— Clementine Paddleford

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Domino y Como una Flor

about 3 weeks ago

Although I've done more than my share of trespassing, it was a bit nerve-wracking doing it so close to home.

Love in the Moon's Shadow

about a month ago

The trip was of course, wonderful, until the last 30 minutes of the drive home when Serenica's engine began stalling on us whenever we'd drop beneath a certain speed (hoping it's a minor fix!). Fortunately, after stalling out on several occasions and getting it restarted again, she died right inside our RV storage lot gate and wouldn't turn over.

USS Serenica Landship Housecar NCC 1796-37: The Afters

about a month ago

I probably don't need to say here that I absolutely could not have predicted that it would have been 14 more months before we were ready to post the After shots, but I'm going to say it anyway: I had no idea how long this beast would actually take us to complete.

And then a Woman

about 2 months ago

And then a woman appeared on the barren land, with seeds in her teeth, and each limb a root in search of earth to plant themselves. And then a woman appeared on the barren land, and not from the rib of any man, and not for his pleasure or to come to his aid, for without woman, there is no life, and there is no man.

Exorcise the Demons

about 2 months ago

Recently. a good friend of mine confessed to me that she was swimming in negative and unproductive thoughts. As is true with all of us, these moments in time can come and go, but when they come, they can sometimes linger, creating an unforgiving and deceptive barrier between ourselves and the world, almost even distorting our perceptions of the world, and our place within it.

Moon and Mars

about 3 months ago

I saw you on the moon, dancing in between the rocks, floating in the light. You were something, some remnant from a story my great great grandmother had shared with her husband the night he said he loved her, the night they each realized how much they had to lose. So many beautiful and honest secrets dissembled as fable. I think it was celtic or norse or slavic.

Entre Cielo y Tierra

about 3 months ago

Did you drink the whiskey? Did you call a truce with time? She won't stop searching because she loves you, because she can't imagine her soul disentangled from yours, space forever multiplying between you. Will there be music? There must be music. Could the universe be so cruel?

Yearning for Permanence

about 4 months ago

This all just stops. You know that, of course, but do you really truly know that?

I ache, perpetually, at the realization.

You are my container of happiness, my vessel, my iron safe. How could I ever handle more? I fear for the power of whatever could be loved more by me, even if it is our zenith, our culmination of desire and passion and wanting and patience. In truth, I don’t need more keeping me here, begging me to stay, and I would love such a creation so much it would gut me.