~In my mannequin dream, she walked with a limp and a clack. Lurched toward me with a doppler shift, as sure as a coaster’s chain drive. Her face- a calamine … Continue Reading Dollface
Fell thee asleep with the lights left on.Apart, hidden safein plain sight, ’til now. When,by green dawn,the dark birds of your dreamscome home, once more, to roost [Image: J. Heiden … Continue Reading Rest uneasy
~It is so odd. This placement. To be here at this time. In this gang. It’s a mistake, I think. Not sanguine to the purpose. They are on their way … Continue Reading Square peg
~Fifty said to Fifty~ Time is growing short, growing cold. Know that i will be with you, all the way to the next time. Be on guard, lest I drift … Continue Reading Mutuals
2:43 a.m. and I get up to pee. There’s only the night light, knee height. I shuffle arthritic, steady the wall, when a white thing bumps my eye like a … Continue Reading A white thing
Author, I call you.Explorer and visitor.Architect of chaptersin the tomes of my dream.
On the second globe in great Alpheratz’s sway, little Donelda comes to herself at the sound of trickling water. In the stream’s iridescence, something bobs, circle-twirls in the undertow of … Continue Reading Donelda’s find
Awokedid Ito trap a dreamuntrammeled in its art But hurriedly it lost its gleamThough I drew it part by part How to capture?How to keepsuch singleness of soul? Such loving … Continue Reading The Following
That oily lit street cornerin the bronze dark..awaiting a scenebut, instead,so stark .
Move on, we must. In boxes and bins, I carry my proxy love to the Stow-Away garage. Outside, the smirking cat has his wild bones on, drawing a bead on … Continue Reading Rawhide
You must be my Witch In the day, you are as plain as day I think you don’t see me Maybe you think I don’t see you but I am … Continue Reading Be my Witch
I speak in tonguessometimes.Surely at night,in deep sleep,but now, of late,in broad day.Not literally, of course,or they’d send me to the bin.It started with watery voices,the makers of dream.We argued, … Continue Reading Breakdown
There’s a small cabin in the pines by a secluded lake in north Ontario. I had rented it for two weeks every summer for twelve years. The Belvedere it is … Continue Reading When I wished upon a star
We come from the Sun,they say to me,from the wrong side of my ear.But why?Why for?I mumble in cotton.For answer,they show their hands,oven-mittened.See. See our thumbs.They are wide.Splayed and strong.We … Continue Reading We come from the sun
Why’d I dream of Skinnygirl?She was hardened,with wise eyes and a smile for sale.In our yappy group,standing in the drizzle,we fussed and discussed,looking to trust.But she stood out,most quiet and … Continue Reading The rain in Spain
What sievewill distill a dream? A thing of momentintimated,but confoundedby dictionary devils. Enticing in its grey distance,alluring in its apple wholeness,it follows like a moon. One wakesto the knives of … Continue Reading Follow the moon