Dream Analysis

What to make of this series? Clouds, stars, disappearing, wish fulfillment, storms, dancing. It’s all just phantasmagoria. but sometimes I wonder if my mind is constantly trying to remind me in my sleep not to care too much not to be too much not to say too much when I awaken

the second

I was standing in the doorway that led to the kitchens at my high school on a good day, when teachers sent us to lunch on-time, that’s where we may get in line on bad days, they let us out too late and we wound up in (and down and around) the adjoining halls I […]

the first

I was standing outside on a hill surrounded by people who were staring at the sky pointing up shouting “there’s mine!” and “there’s yours!” enthusiastically I looked up everywhere, picturesque white clouds the kind that look like luxury and comfort but I learned later in life would actually only feel cold and slightly wet against […]

5

it’s pouring this year I mean today I mean this year as it goes sometimes last year everything dried up everyone everywhere was parched this year, it all flooded back in and then some we may grumble have to change our clothes and our lives but I don’t mind all this weathering with you let’s […]

Therapy Poem 2: Pessimism

Pessimism is one of the hardest forms of suffering. Pessimism is unassuaged by goodness. Pessimism looks a gift horse in the mouth and then punches it. – Pessimism insists on calling badness inevitable and constant and then making it such to perpetuate itself. Pessimism does not allow space for the possibility of improvement. Pessimism rebuffs […]

works of fire

the sky shattered and tiny pixels rained down blinking and hissing nearby another burst sent waves of gems across thickening layers of smoke evening reports creatures of the locale tuned in, keyed up, screeched back we did know light could deafen having seen and heard storms but who knew black sand from the earth could […]

outside

you don’t belong here you’re here to take it in you’re not here to let it in observe the I-ness of 10,000 things the way each has limited capacity for the others becomes accustomed, disinterested bored so quickly as though time was some precious commodity as though years were significant and spending them was a […]

the dummy

Morning checks: -Three bluebird eggs in box 1. -A dummy nest in box 2. House wrens build them. Do they get along, Google? -House wrens may attack bluebird eggs and hatchlings. -House wrens block all available nesting cavities from other birds. -House wrens are territorial up to an acre surrounding their real nest. -House wrens […]

somniloquy

we speak so much excessbefore we learn to hear we are born screamingbut the fortunate die quietly taking longer each day to say much at alllistening to the chorus, not soloists an unexpected peace settling inunspoken, unstriving waking each morningto splendid birdsong

you again

“You’re not leaving me alone down here,” it speaks, calling up from a trench between me and sleep. I try to bypass and ignore, to no avail; I curse and implore, but rest is derailed. I cannot fall asleep so down instead, my soul to keep but not my head. I dig around the edges, […]