Tag Archives: Dream Notation

it signifies everything

Weight to the Ether My dream analyst wanders knee-deep into a slurry of images sluiced out of my subconscious. It signifies everything if one knew how to unpack dreams, she says. They give form to the formless, substance to the … Continue reading

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in my neighborhood

I felt a crack in my spirit and all the heat seeped out Your lower case specialness sorted it into the proper dream categories I crashed my way out of sleep and ate breakfast earlier than usual I warmed up … Continue reading

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don’t brown out

Your Head Can Be A Prison Don’t Overthink It and Don’t Brown Out “By the time we die, we know everything we need to know.” — Victoria Chang / Dear Memory

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you flay me

Ode to the Heat & the Hate of the Gorham Fish Fork, 1879 O O O O that Pincer-ean rag…O, you striker of fishImpaler of IchthysHypocrite Lecteur, Mon semblableYou 3-tined piker! You make rampikes of gills—Disassembler and de-scalator of flesh—Flake … Continue reading

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please call often

Press the play button above to watch my short film “it’s my birthday, too, yeah!” (1:10) Fugu-Flaker The days whir and zone by—fast as light—light / dark, light / dark, light / dark (so mournfully dark), light/ dark, light … … Continue reading

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fate was fatal

Press the play button above to watch my short film: doppelgänger (2:24). Our Minute I am the keeper of the Doomsday Clock. I know what will happen to us. I know how the world ends, but I don’t tell you. … Continue reading

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can of clouds (haiku)

“You write what you write, and then either it holds up or it doesn’t hold up. There are no rules or particular sensibilities. I don’t believe in that at all anymore.” — Jamaica Kincaid

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in my neighborhood

At the end of the film I’m on my back staring at the night sky… The man who helped me is lying nearby—his mouth bloody… We’re lost in a thick fog of tear gas—the sky disappears above us—the occupation failed… … Continue reading

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nothing in between

Once Blue I was once blueIn my black converse IsolateInchoateAnd nothing in between “So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can … Continue reading

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in my neighborhood

You wear your indecision well. Your coterie of suitors vexed— Working out your complex geometry. Your heart a cipher— Hermetic / unbreakable. “I want to be free to try things that don’t make sense yet. I put materials together that … Continue reading

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