Tag: dreams
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14 Feb: Journal of Thoughts from Last Night
The I In It Last night, I sat on the edge of my bed beside my father, who I suppose I should mention has been dead for a good number of years, and he turned to me and asked, “How are you?” and I said I hadn’t many complaints worthy of mentioning, and I reciprocated,…
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8 Sept: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The O In Moon A Pearl of a Moon I dreamt I heldreigns on the sky,on that pearl of the moonand its back-lit sky. I dreamt nightwas black and white keys,like the feathersin a magpie’s song. And I dreamt musiccame from a faraway staras it slid cold through…
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11 August: dVerse Dreams
Crystalline Obsidian shine,amethyst light,moonstone rite,silver bright, bracelets,secrets,charms thatdo no harm, dreamt my armwas crystalline. Written for dVerse Dream Poem. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for…
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14.03.22: Always Opt for Peaches
I’d Always Opt for Peaches When I woke, and the stars were lost,I thought I’d lost you, too. That dream,it was all about death. Or so it seemed, although I don’t think anyone died.It was a glimpse, like dressing for dinner,when dinner wasn’t about food, but long-tailed jackets. Clothing withoutdirection, as if true north was…
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A Gogyohka: In Dreams
A Gogyohka: In Dreams My father, who passedmany years ago,suddenly appearedin my dreamlast night. Pale hair.Certainly more of itthan I rememberhim ever having. His back to me.He was fishing.A mirror-still river,swollen to nearoverflowing. But it wasonly as deep asmy father’s ankles.His legs like pillarssplitting the water. Perhaps things aren’tas deep as we think.and I wonder:Do…
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Visuals #2 for Miz Quickly
II. Cold Dark He says I’m this, and I’m this, and he’s pointing at 2 words he just wrote on the back of his hand, as if tattooing his character within his reach, as if conjugating his persona. It’s a peculiar moment — leaves me dumped upside down. Leaves me wondering about monsters lurking in…
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Dreaming for Miz Quickly
If I Could Remember My Dreams This Poem Would Make More Sense I have dreams that barely scratch the surface. Unpronounceable by morning. Forgotten like a throb from yesterday’s headache. And my narrative (primal) voice, just where does it go? Does it slip into some middle distance, or in-between parallel seams? Intuition. Not hardly, but…
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Dreaming with Miz Quickly
A Tin Wind Rattled I disown these homeless dreams, these friendless and wandering merry bands plucking at my broken strings. And whose familiar voice rings lost — those words, noisy as a tin wind rattled. Dreams — a fractured beauty scenting a broken night. And then its final moments fade, scatter mute as stones. To…
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Jubilating for Miz Quickly & Christopher Smart’s “Jubilate Agno”
A Dream Without Title I am a dream, your storyteller, I am a lily white symbol in confused art, an artificial leaf on a branch. I’ll make you breathless, and fluttering like flags, a flaggy imperfection in a vision. I am dreams and doubt that don’t exist, a voice for its own sake in a…
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