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Category: Dreams

  • Watch out for bad cheese

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    I slept like poo last night, that’s right poo. My throat started to hurt again because my boyfriend caught some venus fly disease on the airplane and brought it home and I became so grumpy that I might get sick again that I ate nachos with maybe some questionable cheese and took 6 vitamins and…

  • The grumpy barista

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    I held my coffee through the dark, U-ed around the banister, found the landing in the deepest black, the occasional car passing on the road outside shedding light through the curtain. I did it all without seeing where I was going. How much of what we do is just a bodily memory of having done…

  • I love and I love

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    It’s quiet here at my house. After all the commotion of spending the morning with my family away from family. All the yelling, the excitement. I woke up at 2 in the morning and couldn’t sleep, laying on the couch made up for me until I realized I had forgotten to prepare the sticky buns…

  • Flesh dreams

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    I still feel the flesh of that dream. I feel the weight of the lives I took in it – not guilt, but the weight of them. I feel the crisp, tart skin of an apple in between my teeth – the thick skin of it. Someone at work was talking about dreams today and…

  • Say no to licorice part 3

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    My father’s house is mossy with high redwoods, a creek in the back. Fallen walnuts litter the ground. We’d always throws them over the fences, into the neighbors’ yards to see how far they could go. Sounds idyllic (his yard). Did I mention the dozen rusted cars, the big-rig trailer full of hand-me downs (junk),…

  • Say no to licorice part 2

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    I woke up feeling lonely. For no particular reason. Maybe it’s the dream I had about my mom and it was us against the world of revolutionized cats and my brother. Every one but us had been zapped by an electricity gun and their teeth turned blue and they were coming after us. We were…

  • say no to licorice

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    I’m sick again and waking up with headaches and coughing and coughing and cOUghing with a brain full of fuzz. The radio frequency has gone dead or I’m just off the map at the moment. Hiking around in the middle of nowhere some cornfield in Illinois or the eastern-plains part of Montana. When people think…

  • Storm

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    The wind keeps trying to push its way in. What a rude guest. It knocked open the office door at a quarter to 5 this morning waking Pat and I up. We laid there for a while letting in the cold air until I asked “was that the door?” even though I knew. It was…

  • Grandma Poet

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    My boyfriend brought me home coffee from Seattle. Colombia El Jordan from Stumptown Coffee. A little brown bag with a tongue card you can pull in and out of its skin. You  have to drink the WHOLE cup he said to me. You have to. This little bag of coffee cost $13.75 and I tend…

  • Bay Dreams

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    Standing there on a street that dropped off into the bay, I don’t know what bay it was and I don’t care, but the bridges laid a soft smoking vertebrae in the distance. Something strong and transparent at the same time. I stood there and said “This is it. I’m living here. I’m coming back…