Tag: prose poetry
I had a dream I was walking with Joseph Campbell, down the city street, he said something to me, which now in the foggy remains of memory is only muddled with incoherence (because it wasn’t important). We continued walking, saying nothing. Building construction clangs and the workers clamor. I thought (in my dream) here I […]
While you slip into sleep the dog yips, from dreams he dreams halfway across the room. Spiders spill out your ears. While you half-think the dreams your dog dreams, he yips and you slip. After reading Takashi Hiraide’s For the Fighting Spirit of the Walnut… and dozing in the afternoon heat.
…and I see the Indian couple on their evening walk, with an arms width between them, as they sway with the same pacing, I resolve not to take for granted this ease of walking, or that spring in my step (though it’s not what it once was). And the lavender stretches and dances with resplendent […]