Dame’s Rocket

That's the name of the most beautiful sweet scented flower that bloomed free in the back yard of my old house. Not short it grows vertical almost overnight well I probably didn't notice while I was chasing babies in that century home. My habit is to pull weeds that could be goldenrod I have friends…

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Singing a high C, parts 1 2 +3

In my dream it was a high C reality told me that I was screaming in my sleep My Bear startled awake asking if I was okay, he kissed my shoulder and told me I was not singing I have these clusterpluck dreams I'm searching for something while doing something complicated Like starring as the…

Slamming the Door on a Dream

A door slammed and heavy footsteps woke me my eyes flew open as consciousness hit me in the head. The dream of my friend turning himself into a frog and my arguing with my mother over the size of the container we put him in in the kitchen of my old house made me realize…

Vivid Dreams

Everything was so realistic but wrong, the bathroom was in the wrong place the windows on the wrong sides of the cute little house and the furniture was not mine, neither were the plants. My actual former landlady and I had a minor argument about plant ownership. "What a cute pot," she pointed to the…

Running in my dreams

My fears become terrors my worries become reality I lose what is most precious as I search my self conscious for a lost child, lost photographs things I knew I saw when I was awake yesterday. I can't make myself wake but when I do the panic is still there though reality quickly seeps into…

Circular Dreams

"Mommy, would you answer the phone?" The Silent Sentinel's request woke me from a not so pleasant sleep. The phone rang it was my ex husband. Sigh, there are things I hate waking up to and he is one of them. The call of course being about My Child, who left his medicine here this…

Bread Crumbs

I was thinking about leaving a written trail of bread crumbs for someone to find. A list of items, memoirs, notes and photographs that explained my actions. Then I remembered, my anonymous blog is a trail of bread crumbs. My crumbs drop behind me as I walk into the leaves the crunch swish of yellow…