Because the world I live in is not the world I dream of. Continue reading “Fragments of Fiction, Craft My Exquisite Corpse”
Tag: poetry
A Midwinter Night’s Dream
Floating fragments of winter-spring dreams, guardians of prophecies, frenetic notebook entries—my own cabinet de curiosités, made of paper and ink—strung together to achieve some sphere of meaning. Continue reading “A Midwinter Night’s Dream”
I Cast a Tempest for You, my Love. Did You Feel It?
Another Stream Storm of Consciousness Continue reading “I Cast a Tempest for You, my Love. Did You Feel It?”
where does the wonder go?
“He was angry…with the change of fortune which was reshaping the world about him into a vision of squalor and insincerity. Yet his anger lent nothing to the vision. He chronicled with patience what he saw, detaching himself from it and tasting its mortifying flavor in secret.”
–James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man Continue reading “where does the wonder go?”
GreenBlue Neighborhood
Come, let us peel back the mind in a moment of freedom and fury and see what we can find. Continue reading “GreenBlue Neighborhood”
stream of self consciousness
I’m sorry. Is this unprofessional? Let me begin. Continue reading “stream of self consciousness”
this modern wonderland
“Do not be too timid and squeamish about your actions. All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better. What if they are a little coarse and you may get your coat soiled or torn? What if you do fail, and get fairly rolled in the dirt once or twice? Up again, you shall never be so afraid of a tumble.” —Ralph Waldo Emerson Continue reading “this modern wonderland”
a literary labyrinth 