The Hills on Which We Meet
Sleep — In some sort of damp vernacular she speaks…
Category: Dream
Before Coffee – a dream montage
i read The Ocean, once, it was enough. i scratched its name — your name on a napkin and wiped my mouth — your…
The Werecat and I – a dream rendered
A shadow fell upon my sheeted crown,and she whispered, “It is time, my bonny, it is time.”And when I rose, a linen for cloak,I stood shoeless on a cobbled road,squeezed…
For Once…
…Sleep conjured a small dogwith a granite eye, mats and mange,Three legs and a vagrant tongueThat hung from the left of its snout,A viscous drool that strung withoutShame, without breaking…
The Sojourners
I dream houses.I dream small roomsbehind small doorsin which small wardrobeslead nowhere but trappingsof our mangled time –of yours and mine. I dream chimney fires,tongues between wallsand curtains hung like…
Somewhere near Surf & Dockside
The roads here,rum tongued, black toothedand pitted, lead somewhere. I am sure that over the peak of it,splayed out like toes in dry sand,tractioned for tide, a florescence,maybe, maybe down…
Rendering a Dream #4 – a prose poem
Outside the house that’s never ours, down-slope and foundation, the faceless one in violet jacquard slid the stone away. And he was strong, by God, for he did it with…
Mara – Rendering a Dream
Tobacco tar walls, Resin ceiling, Dun carpet floor – all receding – creased receding to the elevator door – and the doors – the doors – the endless doors repeating.…
