When the questions are big, start simple
What if What if we treated the earth As we would a gracious dinner party host And we asked before we took And said thank you when we received And what if when we filled …
Converted to Love: A Valentine’s Day Dream Poem
Jewish Girl Takes Communion God says I can. So I do. “The wafer is the body Of love. The wine Its desire.” I eat This body. I drink This blood. My heart Is thus converted. …
Self Portrait in Dreams
According to common wisdom, every part of a dream represents a part of the dreamer: Every villain, lover, fool, and queen; every animal, each stick of furniture, the weather, the walls … all of the …
Ever been kidnapped by a dreamer?
kidnap poem (after Nikki Giovanni) ever been kidnapped by a dreamer? i’m a dreamer and i’m gonna kidnap you gonna hypnotize your hypnogogic reverie put you in my archetype, my anima, my animus or maybe, …
I posted recently about my experience at a dream conference about creativity and dreaming. At that conference I presented a paper about the intersections between dreaming and creative writing. I explained that dream incubation is …
L is for dream LINES (CV)
sometimes a line from a dream lingers in the imagination lovely, literary; it doesn’t want to be analyzed, doesn’t want to be any longer than it is let the line be let it lead you …
Just a Box of Dreams (Artists Wanted)
Lately I’ve been dreaming of my sister and me in and around water together. I’ve been sharing the dreams with her and she said she could picture them as little poems in boxes, and maybe …
Dream Poem: The Moose
Though I lived for ten years in terrain where they were often spotted, I’ve never seen a moose … in waking life, that is. I dreamed of this one sometime last year. The vision was …
Forgotten Dreams
“Where do forgotten dreams go?” J. Allan Hobson, Dream Life: An Experimental Memoir, pp. 175-176 Where Do Forgotten Dreams Go? They sleep in endless seas Dissolve into the orange gold horizon at dusk Rise with …
Crescent Moon Pose: A journey into the night sky (CV)
Crescent Moon Pose A dream poem by Tzivia Between my bones, Planets sing their melodies. Every vein—a Milky Way. And in my rib cage, Creation rises, inhaling The secrets wrapped in every star. A crescent …