A Poem on the Nature of Dreams
On the Nature of Dreams “As is generally known, we cannot manipulate dreams: they are, as it were, the voice of nature within us.” – Marie-Louise von Franz Wild animals are in the …
#2: Pastry and Conversation with Cindy on a Night When the Veils are Thin
She looks good Spiky hair, frosted, The way it was between bouts Of chemo. I call out to her And we take seats in some cafe Where we eat pastries and get caught up. “How …
Setting Intentions
First step: Engage the senses: I smell the varnish on the floor and memories of sweat in the air. Feel my sneakered feet and hear my step squeak as I run, step, hop across the …
In This Dream
This day could have been a dream: I walked through the stone gates of an ancient-looking outdoor theater and crossed an emerald-green lawn to find a gathering of poets under a stand of pine. Sun …
The Red Book
Jung’s Red Book, on sale at last! I search for the copy I will purchase; Reject one whose pages fold up at the corners, And another on whose pages the ink became tired and slept, …
Mother Sits
Alone at the table Too tired To do her job And so, the fresh Cut flowers are not In vases brightening The dreary rooms This is one house She won’t decorate Into cheerfulness. Those days, …