dreams

Dream

Those of you that follow my work know that I lost someone close to me. I had a dream the other day with him in it. He and I were standing side by side at an art auction. His wife was looking at a painting. It was simple. Black paint on white canvas. There wereContinue reading “Dream”

The quality of dreams

The quality of my dreams Far outweigh the seams Sown together with frayed thread Leaves me longing for my bed

The leaf

The leaf Erin had been told that dreaming about muddy water meant something bad was going to happen. Many times in her life, she had dreamt about the muddy water of a flooded river. Or a disturbed creek. Never had the water touched her. One time, the muddy water lapped hungrily toward herContinue reading “The leaf”

Sweet sleep

Baby steps

Ordered some pens with my blog address on them. Baby steps. It took me a long time to jump on the Temu train. That’s where I ordered the pens from. Mostly as a test to see how they looked, felt, and wrote. They were $0.70 each $12.48 for 18. Other sites I looked at wantedContinue reading “Baby steps”

Dreams come and dreams go. Full of depth and sorrow. ~ Dreams come and dreams grow. Full of scary thoughts left to flow. ~ Dreams come and dreams seep. Into every corner of the deep. ~ Dreams come and dreams meander. Showing perhaps too much candor. ~ Dreams come and dreams steal, hours from ourContinue reading “Dreams “

Shrinking out of sight

Last night as I was laying in my bed; trying to go to sleep, I remember from my youth a dream. It concerned me to the point of a scream. ~ I remember all the objects seemed to get bigger. The reverse in me, trigger. ~ Shrinking always. Objects growing. Me shrinking. Fear, explore theContinue reading “Shrinking out of sight”

Dream: poetry slam

In my dream, a group of us were at a poetry slam. Never been to one but I’ve seen them on t.v. The group I was with was indifferent. One impatient. Another member of our group kept trying to get ‘impatient’ to enjoy. A young lady with flowers in her hair approached me and withContinue reading “Dream: poetry slam”

Winter Season

Screaming Sleep didn’t come easy this night. Esther was thinking about Bell’s question. She had done such a good job of fighting why she was really here. All the excitement of moving, getting the house clean and getting to know Oscar had been heaven sent distractions. She had that same nightmare. Over and over sheContinue reading “Winter Season”

How much?

Dreams are amazing. I love what happens to us when we dream. It’s like a mess of images someone tried to put in order for your viewing confusion. Last night, I was at a fast food restaurant. A burger was in my hand. A man brings every side in the restaurant to me. Lines themContinue reading “How much?”