Tag: the dreaming

  • ash

    i dream in lapis and ebon
    pale and on cheeks high
    gliding on twixt and tween
    she phantoms deserts on night

  • cactus hand horses

    we cactus hand horses
    riding desert corridors
    on separate painted stone
    sixgunning peepshow
    between fingers unfold
    she rivers the between &
    we gallop two feet ford
    we cactus hand horses
    riding sunset corridors

  • he fool calls

    he fool calls crow
    in pale wood, black stone
    he red calls ghost
    from the south to the north

    he road calls spirit
    to her medicine ride train
    he wing calls kindred
    to carry night skies again

  • let love electra

    tied to sky at
bailing wire
in rust scent &
tainted taste
everyone wants
to go to a heaven
all wrapped
here in arms
& rags
but no one
will let love
electra

  • hidden

    they write your name on a cup
    then the cup is crushed, discarded
    in another gesture to a refuse kind of day

    hiding behind closed doors with
    all feathers turned to vane, whispering
    wishes breathlessly to the dim

    they will not know these ever for
    love lies bleeding in the snow
    rapiers quivering, too late for regrets

  • wild horse

    with talons in scalp & neck
    with gravel voice inside head
    black blade scraping skull
    within red cedar rising tall...
    someone rode their wild horse
    & that someone was not me

  • dreamtest bust

    Just to follow-up on my little experiment, the results were a bust. That doesn’t disprove the idea that people can be connected by dream, it’s just that this particular case was not a mutually-shared experience.

    Several salient details I wondered if I might hear about after posting:

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  • dreamtest

    Photo by shahin khalaji on Unsplash

    I have intensely vivid dreams. From what I gather from having talked to people over the years, they tend to be more vivid than many people’s dream and I am often given more agency within the dream than most people claim to have (meaning, I can make choices that change the story or nature of the dream), and I can read one to five words at a time (book titles, street names), and retain it upon waking. Reading signs and books in dream tends to be especially hard for most people (but not all people), if they even think to do it (knowing what something “says” and “reading it” are two different things in dream).

    I had a series of especially vivid dreams last night and I have a little experiment I think might be interesting to try out. One of you was in one of my dreams last night. The dream space took place in an old theater and we were sitting in red, velvet-covered seats in the dark. I eventually pointed to the stage while leaning over to you and whispered, “Watch. See. This is important.”

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  • slip away

    chasing deaths head moths
    through night gardens no more
    and trying to catch falling stars 
    ribbon cuts hands and so
    i wrap myself in nadir's velvet
    and slip away from shore

  • lotus eating

    Photo by Nahid Hatami on Unsplash
    fingernail leys bind bare thighs
    red drawn in night teeth biting
    through musk and dew writhing
    we ache to be lotus eaters
    drowning in the sweetest wine