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”
Tag: poetry
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?”
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”
a literary labyrinth 