Category: dreams
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Translucent rags
After everyone had gone home only the pulsating glow of embers remained. I watched a possum walk through the yard. A woman appears in the chair next to me, wild hair, dressed in translucent rags that moved in a wind I could not feel. She says the moon is beautiful, I reply I cannot see…
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Wade in the Water, But Keep Your Matches Dry
Eighteen years old, we sat cross-legged in Arts Terrace grass Smoked pot and spoke of past lives Parents, teachers and preachers who told us what to think She confided that at fourteen she was born again Baptized in a fiberglass church sanctuary River Jordan Congregation watching, a choir ready to sing on cue I told…
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Dreaming in a time of covid
On the deck of our house a grove of ancient oaks drifted overhead Years ago, a tornado gathered them up and carried them away into the sky Trees loved the sky and the sky loved the trees they fed one another air Among the trees a large white farmhouse drifted like a cloud Last night,…
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Pandemic vacation dreams of Spain
British folks dream of idyllic summer escapes from the drear of dying England barefoot walks along Costa Del Sol Malaga midnight dinners and dancing You dream of la Caldera de Taburiente at midnight where the din of a raving mad man does not translate the racist haze of burning cities does not scent the air…
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Oh, hell no!
After the storm, in the middle of the night I awoke from dream Telling my wife the baby was hungry and needs nursing That ship sailed long ago with a vasectomy in 1986 She said wake up You’re talking in your sleep, again 5-25-20
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hand-made chocolate shakes
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For the surgical nurse who I worked with when I was drafted I remember sneaking out the service door in the alley behind the hospital Jogging to an ice cream shop for hand-made chocolate shakes while you stood guard at the door We would sit in the nurses’ lounge – you would tell me your…
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Oneirodynia
Disoriented, I wake stand at the kitchen sink For a moment, I feel as if I’m a child, again, living in Indiana, hunkered down, waiting for a blizzard, hoping they close school tomorrow But the wind doesn’t howl at my window tomorrow’s forecast is sunny and warm folks are hoarding sanitizer and toilet paper not…
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recurring dream
down dark corridors behind locked metal gates fears long lost hide maybe they are not lost maybe they are not hiding maybe you forgot where you put them and they are waiting to be found 3-25-20
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Reading Bonhoeffer
a thousand times I died in books ___ every alternative seemed intolerable fanciful dreams waited for success ___ quiet and confident responsible people stood at a turning-point discernible in alternatives ___ nothing gracious or easy I grow closer everyday 3-23-20
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Dreamscape #5
in this place of talking dead streets are always dark the little shops full of light I shelve and straighten books in a bookstore someone asks for a new book owner says it’s unavailable I go to tell him about a print on demand supplier he doesn’t see me – no one sees me ___…
My husband's poetry 