My dreams are vivid again. Not in colour just in pain. Except last night, when I dreamt of a chasm laced with darkness; a darkness so inviting I dived in - arms wide, left to right. I fell and I floated and I found myself at the very bright, blue bottom. A river turning emerald … Continue reading Chasm Azalea
In my dreams I wake up early enough to watch the morning stars fade into blue. I wear lipstick and it never gets on my teeth. And in the distance chimney smoke whistles silently upwards before disappearing so as not to hurt Mother Nature nestled in her weary, aching bones. In my dreams, things are … Continue reading Morning stars
The only dreams I have are the daylight ones in which I wonder if this is all but a dream; a flight of fancy because it tastes too good, feels too good - too soft in all the right places, it bends and bows but never breaks, curves like my spine and into me - … Continue reading Somebody else’s window
I moved into a new house with everything on the ground floor. It had two fridges and it was full of soft drinks and beer. The carpet was old as was the wallpaper. I can remember beige and blue and four televisions. The garage was a haven but it was cold. It had a sofa … Continue reading A dream: heart & mind
Some women have dreams Of weddings and bows But I dream of love and Men I do not know And with stubbornness They find no escape Between the gap in my teeth. Image credit.