Dream Hotel
What follows is a note and poem that my mother sent me about seven years ago, after I published a chapbook of my poetry titled, “Dream House.” I am posting it here (and on my …
(be)longing
I sat beneath a solitary tree Looking for a sign And when I stood I saw Neither of us Were alone. zzzzzZZZZZzzzzz You are never alone when you listen to your dreams. If you want …
A Note from Me at 23: a found poem In this dream, I examine a leather glove to see how it’s made. Will I unmake it, or make more? I examine the patterns on Emily’s …
Art of the Dream (Corner View)
This Art A palimpsest of the past that glimpses the future. Yesterday’s anxieties overlaid by the heavy brushwork of childhood. A sand mandala; exquisitely drawn and instantly erased. The height of narcissism: created for and …
Dreamers Hike Into the Spirit of the Berkeley Hills
I was bundled in layers of mismatched summer clothes I’d scavenged from my suitcase. It was day three of the International Association for the Study of Dreams annual conference in Berkeley, California, and on this …
King of Water
I was wondering whether I should take the next step. Then I fell. Hard. And my dream said, You are already doing it. Preparing for the next step. It’s time to heal yourself, said the …
Claim Your Dreams, Claim Your Life
This is my dream Maybe you’ve had the experience of having a nightmare in which you are being chased, cornered, or caught by a terrifying beast, when suddenly you realize, “This is a dream!” and …
Sweet (Heart) Dreams
In the midst of many dream scenarios last night, there was a moment when I was standing and talking to a woman and her son, who was maybe 7 or 8 years old. As I …