Category Archives: dreams

In My Dream: An Ode to Dr. King

(Maybe April 4th isn’t Martin Luther King, Jr. Day but it’s the day that in 1967 he most vocally spoke out against the war in Vietnam and the day that in 1968 he was assassinated. My poem includes the majority of his … Continue reading

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My Father Is Like America

He tried, is what I tell myself. He was dealt a shitty hand in life, he had a horrible, deadbeat father and a crazy mother and he had the best of intentions, and he wanted to run away from his … Continue reading

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And Then I Woke Up

I jumped from the top floor of a skyscraper the other night in my dream there was a crowd of people, a party of some sort, but then I jumped and then I was falling for a while and I … Continue reading

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Storm

it happened again last night in my dreams I was running through the attic running through space and time was running out of my mind finding clues under dusty boxes and in old books and I look out an open window and there you … Continue reading

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fading

written 03 March 2017 Dreams are fading like the smoke from this incense lingering just out of sight they’re still there when you turn out the light but the smell fades and its hard to remember like senior year second … Continue reading

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Falling Dreams

When I was a kid I used to have dreams that I was falling. I never landed, just kept on falling. It was the same place, the same dream. I was on a farm somewhere and there was a tractor … Continue reading

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By The Riverside

In the dream I’m drowning in the Euphrates sinking, can’t swim see myself hanging from a limb swinging in the wind by the riverside nowhere to run cant hide tried swimming but stuck just beneath the surface and just as … Continue reading

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