Poetry

Sleep Spell

Awake in her mind, she lay still while soft dreams and visions flew through and past her as soft clouds fly across the mountaintops. And where do the mountains meet the sky? How deep does she dive to her mind’s eye? Her fingertips glide across petals stretching mellow perfumes and vibrant shades over vast green… Continue reading Sleep Spell

Poetry

Don’t Fall Asleep

Dreams are personal, especially nightmares. They enrage a sense of fear, hack at the most fragile vulnerability, twist images into a dreaded heresy of once safe realities. What makes them frightening is the helpless feeling, the hopeless effort, the truth that they are the one thing from which we cannot escape, for a nightmare exists… Continue reading Don’t Fall Asleep

Poetry

Of What

I dream of crying of breaking down of uncontrollable tears of someone who was here and now is not and watches over me and finally understands too late what I go through what I experience what I feel too late getting here was hard I dream of crying being here is hard I dream of… Continue reading Of What