Category Archives: waking dream

9/11/angels and demons

Another day, and my small town sings into a gray morning. The clouds hang low, walking slowly eastward on bound feet; their feathered skins and souls are wrapped in old newspapers, damp straw, cotton from the fields to westward; they … Continue reading

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the dream of the sailor

The black cats arrange themselves in pairs by starlight, on polished black marble by a black lapping sea. They bow to each other — yes, they stand upright — and wait till the band leader clicks, one, two, three…. The … Continue reading

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