Tag Archives: dreaming

We are too far from dust

We are too far from dust in this high bed for dreaming. I am no princess, sleepless for the sake of a cowpea under a mountain of mattresses. Make love to me on sisal. Twigs and all, let me sleep close … Continue reading

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waking up in the middle of a poem

I do not dream poetry my bones speak it while I sleep pipe sound like a fugued whisper murmuring through veins quiet as blood but more metered, carried to where words are shaped awake before dreams snap closed completely and … Continue reading

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