Deja Dream
The young woman in a baseball cap says her name is Dia. “Dia?” I ask, “meaning day?” “No,” she says, “it’s spelled D-E-J-A-H.” Someone named Dream gave her the name when she was a baby, …
Dreamwalker
Green lizard slithers down the hall A lizard in the house! I want to run, but instead I follow, curious. I live with you, small green creature, I will know you. I fly just above …
Poems for a Dreamy Mother’s Day
In honor of Mother’s Day I offer these two Dream Poems (lightly edited dream reports) for your reading pleasure: The Flow It’s Mothers Day. Really? Okay. And my boss is selling gift certificates. Great …
The Dream Arrives in Stanzas, Thus Locating What’s Been Lost
Lost Poem by Tzivia Gover I write in pastel chalk on sidewalks, on the shore on the pier where crowds watch sunset blaze the water orange, then pink. I write poems on the borders …
Directions to the Hungry Ghost
I need to find the Hungry Ghost. It’s a bread shop in Amherst, I think. Do you know how to get there? I ask everyone I see. I ask the guy on the computer, Can …
Is it a Premonition if … An Argument with Myself, Dreaming
I’m in a classroom, looking out the little glass window in the closed door. I think to myself: “Two policemen are going to walk past right now.” And a moment later, they do. “Wow,” I …