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Have Been Fed
Catherine
the subject of nothingness the feeling of nothingness the hunger for nothingness adding to the everything-ness of punch-drunk dreams and nothingness is unaffected coffee and smiles with sweet morning lips and a conversation ‘bout berries... More »
Bold are Dreams
Catherine
bold are dreams night comes, with all the gentle easing grace that reality has cradling, comforting, quieting sweet darkness, soft bedding but dreams are bold all encompassing cracking reality wide open questioning comes, humming the... More »
Cartwheels in the Forest
Catherine
cartwheels in the forest landing on my feet dreamt of dirt and mossy rocks time to sit, to watch, to wait loneliness paddles with just one oar tis only a problem if you need great... More »
Reptile Dreams & a Waning Moon
Catherine
reptile dreams and a waning moon I feel myself in the tide of my own ocean of discovery gestures shapes curvilinear define the contours of my moody nature concave, convex parabolic I hover a small... More »
Trust me with your Dreams
Catherine
you could trust me with your dreams if their creation was in my power I would weave them with silken thread strung from my poet’s heart in many ways, I know you well and where... More »
Napping on a Windy Day
Catherine
I revel in the bluster when the wind outside makes a fierce ocean of the air invisible, except for the flotsam of street debris and leaves and I lay in half sleep while the gusts... More »
One Night's Dream
Catherine
sometimes dreams don’t tell a story sometimes dreams just set the stage like artwork, framed and hung or food on platters, silverware ready and where meaning lives what meaning is who sees or eats can... More »
Mango Dreams and 2 o'clock Tears
Catherine
Mango dreams and 2 o’clock tears the nighttime does condense the days cares to produce a more potent more pointed expression of this unique, me-moment in time and if emotions, are like the oceans the... More »
Conversational Repose
Catherine
a relaxed body, a spent mind let the residue of insignificant thoughts saunter through my disattending consciousness conversation, rich and creamy, was the day’s bounty but now, the film reel has ended with a satisfied,... More »
Sleepwalker's Journey
Catherine
tracing the course of a sleep walker’s journey barely marked steps silently set with margins of memory ruffling moving in a breeze of unease streets less straight revealing vainly nighttime’s limbo the mouldering mossy meadows... More »
poetry
August 2008 