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Category: Dreams

  • Bastards

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    I had a dream last night a poet said “I know just what to do with your writing…” and that’s where the memory fades. Mysteries are never easy Dreams are never answers, but seeds. Too often I wake from sleep’s marathon unsure of the miles I’ve tracked my back aches, my knees, my heart Why…

  • Tuesday. Good Morning

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    A stranger sighs warm parchment on the back of my neck. A woman, bald with cancer, sips vodka through a big gulp’s blue straw. The man next to her tries everything within his power to zap his body from the conversation – he even gets off a few stops early. “Where are you going?” she…

  • Let them go

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    I had a dream last night that airplanes manufactured as dolphins were turning tricks in the sky. And in them, once they landed, were professionals putting on a job fair. At first, I was shy, but eventually with a little coaxing from Pat, I found the writer among them. He was a tall man wearing…

  • Qcumberz

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    I think I need one of those voice activated keyboards because whenever I’m driving around town or walking or riding the light rail; whenever my body is still, but the world is moving, my mind is running running on words. And then I get here and I forget all of it or the weight of…

  • Recap

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    I’ve had strange dreams this week ranging from the most amazing cookies only I have ever seen (because it was in my head: think chocolate fudge peanut butter layer cake IN A COOKIE) to being an rockstar soccer player in Mexico and being featured in a super artsy documentary. This morning, I had a dream…

  • Nothing is the same

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    Last night I dreamed of a river house. It stood on a hill and from the back porch you could see the water slicing the valley into two sides of a body – the river: its spine. It was dusk. The sun had already set. Like a photographer in a darkroom, night was burning the…

  • I hate you Dolph

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    Last night I had a dream, Pat and I were driving along the crest of a mountain. This is the great divide, he told me and I looked ahead and saw the peak and the road splitting the green like a grey spine. It was such a deep gash – an ax through the head…

  • Bookmark

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    This morning, I woke up with the “5 Dollar Foot Long” jingle stuck in my head. Was I dreaming of Meatball subs? I wonder if I don’t need you anymore or that’s just what I’m telling myself because it’s clear you don’t need me. A self-preservation sort of thing. I broke a newly manicured nail…

  • Inked at birth

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    I was dark-washed in ink when I was born. And no one saw, not my mother, no nurse. My father recognized the oil sinking in, but couldn’t understand what it was, he couldn’t understand what it was in himself, to protect me. It seeped through soft, porous skin, found my chest and settled:  lay suction…

  • Egg Keeper

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    This morning I had a dream I was standing next to a barren tree watching a hummingbird prune on a branch near my ear. She was dark dark green, the sky was falling. I watched her hop to a nest above my head, set upon two chopstick branches. It was a small bowl of grass…