My pain woke me In my dream I met Robert at a hotel where he proceeded to heave all over the bathroom there were toilets on both sides of the room but the one on the far wall just overflowed when I flushed it I argued that his little son David needed to have a…
This morning I woke up with the memory of a dream Someone I don't know thought I was special enough to help carry the tremendous weight of a desk on my head (You know the old school desks that hold your entire fourth grade world the lift up top with the metal reservoir below) For…
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…
An altercation with an unseen assailant pushed me into a body of water I'd rather avoid Terrified of water, I swam Where I don't know the shore disappeared as soon as I got wet Fearing that I would die I kept moving so I would not succumb to hypothermia It is cold, the water is…
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…
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…
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…
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…
"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…
3:00am I accept that I have insomnia I accept that I am not a traditional anything I accept that I have vivid dreams that stick to my consciousness I accept that I write better poems than stories I accept that I have always been a dreamer, planner, plodder I accept that four hours of writing…
Amanuensis Sobriquet-Reverie 