{"id":15261,"date":"2024-01-12T16:43:05","date_gmt":"2024-01-12T22:43:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.mcneese.edu\/thereview\/?p=15261"},"modified":"2024-03-10T16:28:02","modified_gmt":"2024-03-10T21:28:02","slug":"houses-of-rain","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.mcneese.edu\/thereview\/2024\/01\/12\/houses-of-rain\/","title":{"rendered":"Houses of Rain"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Houses of Rain<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tiff Holland<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I woke up happy, or he said I did. He said I wasn\u2019t myself, that I smiled at everyone, that I called the nurses \u201choney.\u201d Most likely, this was the drugs, but I don\u2019t remember, and he didn\u2019t say if I woke up like that every time or just the last time, the time I remember waking up.

For weeks, every time I woke up I was Frosty the Snowman: \u201cHappy Birthday to me!\u201d It was as if I was born each time I woke. This is why Bill kept repeating what had happened, telling me where I was, assuring me I would be alright.

For months, I slept soundly. Again, medication and also, exhaustion. I didn\u2019t dream. I was a robot or computer that kept resetting, whose hard drive was reformatted every night. Then I started to dream.

In the first dreams, I was in darkness. I was lost. There were no people. I would wander small, dark buildings. Sometimes, slivers of light would invade, indicating the buildings were wooden slats. The buildings reminded me of the chicken coop in the back yard when I was a kid. One night, I got down on my hands and knees, looking for the chicken sized door, the plank the chickens walked down to get out.

I couldn\u2019t get out of these dreams. There were no doors, no windows. The answer seemed to lie in knowing who I was and where I lived. A voice, my own? Would ask me where I was, who I was, where I lived. Some nights I offered possibilities: Warren, Ohio; Mississippi, Texas\u2014I had moved to Texas? But mostly I struggled for the words, let alone the answers. What is that long tube that goes into cups and glasses and we drink from it? Why do I keep thinking \u201ctongue depressor, toothpick\u201d when I see one?

One night I dreamed I was in a house of rain. The exterior walls were rain and inside, between rooms, small waterfalls. The noise calmed me. I didn\u2019t worry about who I was or where I belonged. Instead I looked for a bed. I wanted to sleep. Finally, I found a small white couch, and I rested.

The houses expanded. The building materials became more solid: wood, water and finally stone and brick, but the bigger they were, the more complicated, maze-like and almost always unfurnished unless I stumbled once again upon the small white couch where I could curl up and watch the endless rain.

The houses ran, yardless, right up into the streets in the beginning and then, later they would dangle off cliffs. There were no people to ask who I was or where and then there was. I\u2019d offer clues: \u201cremember? We brought you a casserole once? I had a Border Collie? I wrote poems.\u201d But usually the neighbors, mostly farm folk, did not recall.

Finally, one night, I answered the questions correctly. Yes, Texas. I pushed the edges of my brain which were dark and black and letters floated like dust motes: Valona..Valona-something, and then the whole address, and I was outside. I stood in the middle of a large green yard. I waved at neighbors hanging clean laundry on lines that stretched across the whole world, like telephone wires, carrying words I was slowly starting to remember.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Tiff Holland’s<\/strong> poetry, fiction, and creative non-fiction has appeared in dozens of literary magazines and e-zines. Tiff has published two chapbooks, Bone In a Tin Funnel<\/em> and the Rosemetal Press Award-winning Betty Superman<\/em>, which later anchored the IPPY Award-winning My Very End of the Universe<\/em>. Tiff’s full-length collection of poetry My Mother’s Transvestites<\/em> was published during the pandemic but is available from tiffholland@sbcglobal.net.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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