Tornadoes. I dreamed about tornadoes at least once a week for years. I haven’t in a while, though. The vast majority were grim, panic-imbued, and notably in greyscale. In one, towards the end of the series, I realized I dreamt and willed my mind to turn the vortex into something else. It became a great, […]
“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, […]
I have always dreamed of storms. For years, I’ve seen them approach. They were unbearably colossal; I feared their size more than their wrath. Sudden and dreadful, they closed off the sun. I was always alone, my insides full of defeat. I dream of them still. But they are different now, as am I. I […]
I always have the most obvious dreams… I run with you on a beach and we giggle and play around. It’s gorgeous. But you get ahead of me little by little, slipping around bends where I cannot see you. I start worrying. Suddenly, you aren’t running down the beach anymore, but toward the ocean instead. […]
quill takes flight 