Saturday, November 13, 2010

the loon

in my dream
my sister and i are wading in a lake
in the evening
a loon swims up to me
and offers me a fish
from his beak

the gift of lucid dreaming
the gift of returning hopes
the gift of travel
the gift of no comprise
in the mind's pursuit of freedom

my sister runs through the water
chasing the loon, splashing, wild
i scream and scream at her, she must stop
she must let them come to us
i scream louder than i have in years
she stops
the water is quiet
the night is quiet
and the loon, and the other water beings,
and the moon, and the silence
gather in again

Wednesday, November 10, 2010


heart is like an egg
hot life is scrabbling inside
the smooth cool walls

when will it crack?
what will it feel like to confess
again and again
my adoration?

Tuesday, November 2, 2010


a woman in the passenger seat of a mini-van
is holding two buff coloured kittens
they peer curiously
as the van rushes through
autumn darkness