drmstream

A place for things that don't have a place elsewhere

Category: love

“They hugged and kissed each other for ever so long…they did not know why.”

How do you know that? Have you been there to see? And if you had been there to see, and had seen none, that would not prove that there were none … And no one has a right to say that no water babies exist till they have seen no water babies existing, which is [...]

The untimely death and timeless inspiration of Chris Al-Aswad

Love of beauty is Taste. The creation of beauty is Art. Ralph Waldo Emerson There’s a purpose to this great thing that the Internet has spawned beyond the creation of commerce engines, marketing campaigns and wealth beyond our wildest imagination. The world has become too large, genius too widely distributed, stories too important and creativity [...]

To my daughter who turns 21 today

We drove from Granite Springs to Stamford in the middle of the night. You were born in the midst of drama and fanfare. I held you in the hospital room, fell in love with you and have loved you ever since. I had to go home to walk McDougal. I drove back in the middle [...]

‘Theo, in the living room…” An Excerpt

Theo, in the living room, evening light, soft time, muted gold, an eye wash of sunlight and inner life, the big photo album balanced gently on his knees. Blonde hair across his face, hiding the curiosity in his eye, matching gazes with the young woman in the picture, head crowned in braids, skin fair and [...]

Being open to the desire to create

How can I possibly articulate the flame inside me? Can it ever relate to the world outside? And if so, is it that I cannot help but take a step, yet will never make a correct one? excerpted from the drmstream Facebook page I could have asked this question once. My voice would have cracked, [...]

Who was that angel?

Her name was Arline. She was my father’s mother. She died in 1949 when my father was 16. We knew very little about her growing up. In the early 1980′s, after my grandfather died, a letter arrived at the house from my father’s aunt Marie who was six years younger than her sister. My parents [...]

A sketch of a baby

Vision is the art of seeing what is invisible to others. Jonathan Swift This sketch is easy to pass over.  It doesn’t conform to our standards of baby memorabilia…of photographs in a little brag book or on our digital phone, moments of “look here,” “isn’t that cute,” “ooh” and “ahh.” The sketch is an afterthought, [...]

“She was an angel”

She’s young here, not yet 20, and her future isn’t written in her face. She’s experienced sadness. Her father died when she was young and her family was reduced to a mean existence, the froth and frivolity of a town life erased by the shadows of tenement rooms. But she’s smart, pretty and determined. She’ll [...]

Making friends with a dragon

My Dragon One day as I was walking I passed a secret cave carved in a mountain face, so I decided to go in. Inside the cave I heard a roar. I got a little scared but I kept going. Now I could see something red. I wanted to run back but I was too [...]

A butterfly swarm

When I still believed in fairies, I walked alone up a mountain in the west of Ireland, the bog slipping away as I pushed along a faint trail past a hidden lake and beyond a stony ridge. I believed I was someone who walked alone in the wild, but I wasn’t. I was in a [...]