My husband's poetry

Category: dreams

  • neurodivergence

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    For those of you (like me), who grew up before they did the proper testing, who realized late in life you were neurodivergent You learned survival skills escaping solitary confinement again and again and again. The scars never really heal. Often you wake with blood on the sheets of your dreams, catch your breath running…

  • Dream #7,919

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    I dreamed before Frankenstein’s monster was consumed, his pyre sank to the bottom of the Arctic Sea. He convalesced in the belly of a whale, sat in Jonah’s chair, ate leftovers from Ahab’s last meal, read graffiti left by Aristotle and Pliny, hired Pinocchio’s cricket to be his life coach and learned how to be…

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    Before our parents died and my brother bought their house an old flour sifter lay under the cabinet on a shelf next to a hand cranked egg beater Now they exist only in dreams of cake batter bowls waiting to be licked clean before momma demands I share 9-4-24

  • Twenty Floors Up, Peering Out a Window

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    08/22 In the window of my dream high above the street I see my father float by in an aquamarine 1957 Desoto. Tailfins like a shark red brake lights shining as he stops to wave. I forgot that before I knew him he had hair and friends called him Red. I wonder if somewhere in…