Ripples spread outward Hours, days immeasurable Awake or a dream?
Circadian rhythm
Tag: dreams
In the clouds
In my dream there is no when or where, only now. I can't discern any orienting landmarks, save for the pier jutting out into nothingness. There is no sound, no birdsong, no lapping waves, not even the rush of blood coursing through my veins. Light seems to come from every direction and none. It merely … Continue reading In the clouds
Losing sleep
“Did you remember the candles?” I piped on the icing roses and added “Happy Birthday” with a fancy flourish. Holding up a small box, he shook out four pink polka-dot tapers. “Of course, here ya go. You've really outdone yourself this year.” “Turn out the lights so we can see the flames better.” I picked … Continue reading Losing sleep
Lullaby
Now I lay me down Gently into that good night Sleep, perchance to dream *Cento, from the Latin meaning "patchwork," is a form of poetry that uses lines from other poems. Line 1: Joseph Addison, 1711 Line 2: Dylan Thomas, 1951 Line 3: Shakespeare (Hamlet), 1623
Sleepless and pants-less
Last night was a frustrating, sometimes scary, sometimes heartbreaking, most often weird, dream fest of confusing images. Whenever I have a night like that, I know my brain is trying to tell me something. Unfortunately, I rarely find out what that something is. Except for that one time when I was introduced to my now … Continue reading Sleepless and pants-less
Cornflower fields
The cell is all I know. Brick walls on four sides, and a single window at floor level my only source of light. I’ve lost all track of time, not knowing the passage of days, only counting meals. Does the gruel come twice a day, once? Does it even matter? It’s difficult to tell if … Continue reading Cornflower fields
Thin spiral notebook 