A cloak is dreamt. It is long, hooded, and heavy- as iridescent as a fish. Its imagined scales are of many colors. They resemble organ stops, tombstones, or pats of plastered paint. When donned, its weight makes one stumble- Accretions from an empath’s trove.
In a moldering dream, I fitted a woolen sock over the stump of my leg. The two middle fingers of each hand were missing, the knuckles paper-skinned. A presence studied my learned motions and nodded its approval. ~Now you will stay~ ~Now you have learned~ *** image credit: https://pixabay.com/users/mysticsartdesign-322497/
A stranger that I know lies deeply in leafy mold. We speak by mumbles in opportune nights. He is always looking away to some mystery true and precious, but I cannot follow his eye. He surprises me on inopportune days- pulling those strings, a pretense of wings, unknowable things. [Image: https://pixabay.com/users/darkmoonart_de-1664300/ ]
A troubling fall Undone esteem A mother’s pall informs the dream. *** Image: https://pixabay.com/users/designdrawartes-8580564/
I got lotsa babies in here she says to me. Her voice comes from the ceiling, but I can see her lips move. Yellow teeth. No irises. On the cracked linoleum floor she stands, in stained sweatpants and a T shirt that goes to her navel. She shifts from one foot to the other, as if […]
I dreamt this morn’ of fences They’d been put up while I slept But the fog obscured my senses And I stumbled ’til I wept The urge was strong for going on So I got up and I leapt O’er barb-ed wire, until the dawn Its promises had kept The fog had burnt away from […]
Gerald. My Gerald, my boy. I seem to wake on this snowy night, and, my boy, my little boy, you are deeply asleep, but you float in my room. You are a balloon boy on a string, and, bumbling against the ceiling, you drift toward my open window….why? why? did I leave it so? I […]
Furtive and troubling, the rustling of things, Imagined, perhaps, in the dark. And close now, the flapping of leathery wings, And the hounds are beginning to bark. Some thing keeps them at bay, at least for the while, As I gather my breath near the top Of the seventh of stairways, to the narrowest aisle. […]
Twenty years have gone by, such a passage of time, Since I dreamed the most singular thing. You and I, we were natives of a far northern clime, And we traveled from winter to spring Our huts we would build out of snow as we went, And we’d live off the fish and the seal. […]
Slovenly sleep, or so it seems…. in the lightening shades of darker dreams. Delicious lucidity, floating the soul over depths of disturbing finality. Let us stay in this state, where spirit flies, where youth has returned to our watery eyes. Still granted our wisdom, our memory whole; a vacation from earthly reality. In the glow […]
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