Category: Dreams

Come

Nothing in life is to be feared. It is only to be understood.Marie Curie (1867-1934) French Physicist       Audio of the poem you can read as you scroll down   Come, let me just hold you, FearYou may squeeze me, here hereWhen you’re sobbing it’s okayI’m here for you Life can be hard, […]

Sunday Afternoon Dreams

I had some dreams about Christian, my seven year older half brother whom I haven’t seen or heard of in five years or so. In one of these dreams he came into my room with a pamflet in his pocket, one which he had found somewhere. I braced myself as he had not always been […]

WHAT IS POETRY?

What is Poetry? Is it a dying Black ink on amber colored paper? Or sex at seven pm? Please, let me know. I have prayed, immersed myself in meditation, Sought for answers, writing furiously, Checked my e-mails, had breakfast,… — My son and I are going to the purple mountain To listen to the song […]