February 3rd 2019. Saucers zip rooftops. Everybody on the floor. The night is alive with lights and birdsong. Behind my lids, circles, shapes, words. Pockets filled with tangerines. I keep my hands there to stop them rolling away. February 4th 2019. Somewhere. A wreck of a town. Streets strewn with debris, discard. I'm wandering round, … Continue reading dream diaries…58
a bar room, on the east coast, crosslegged and picking notes, facing a hung crowd, torn between looking through them and staring them down - I am strung.
The shape of The Shale Basin, soon to be wintered, shading the bed of the Puget Sound, etching, at anchor, an orbit in the near-frozen water, caught between kelp and canopy of cloud. Low, early December sunlight casting long shadows, shafting the surface; an ever-complicated dance. Slow repetition, return and feign of … Continue reading The Shale Basin.
December 4th 2018. Pete S. phones from Scotland. He is on one of his walking expeditions with the Christian Fellowship. He says he would have sent a postcard, but there are no postboxes. He sends a generic photo of a postbox (?) as if this were some proof. "What about the scenery?" I say. "Well, … Continue reading dream diaries…51
The ape awoke from a dream of moth and hummingbird. And, in his dim reality, they were as the embers, beyond the realm of his cage. He held them brief within his sad-eyed gaze, but, with breath, they were away. The mage, shadow player & sage, seeing the ape's awake, scraped from the smelt … Continue reading A dream of moth & hummingbird.
October 25th 2018 There are 3 large oil paintings: seascapes. One is predominantly red, another is a dusky blue with great curling waves rising up to the stars. The stars slide across the wet sky. The third is mostly brown appliqué - parcel paper, layered into intricate shapes. (when i wake i am convinced … Continue reading dream diaries…46