Category: dreaming
#1. Catching up on the world
| February 11, 2012 | Posted by caroline under dreaming, in the news |
I swear I will write this, I will complete it and I will press publish. Even if I have ten million other things to do, emails to respond to and people to see. Not that I’m important or anything absurd like that. It’s just that sharing my personal writing has become a rarity for me,…
is it so bad to wake up content and reach for a pen?
| August 16, 2010 | Posted by caroline under dreaming, freeform |
is it so bad to wake up content and reach for a pen? a smile peels my face, an idea pulls me from between the snarling teeth of sheets, the lulling banks of pillows. the fearless window beckons me near, i am mesmerized by its offerings, its mischievous welcome to share..should i, should i step…
| November 23, 2009 | Posted by caroline under dreaming, freeform, myself, on identity, personal |
most of the time, i;ve looked at her with envy. i blow her off in a fit of spite, while admiring her from the corner of my eye. she’s everything i;ve wanted to be she’s everything im not. she does all the things i wish i could do, says all the things i’ve been unable…
Writing for the love of it
| November 14, 2009 | Posted by caroline under arts and literature, dreaming, lifestyle, myself, personal, storytelling |
God, I miss writing for the love of it. I never make the time these days, not even to write to myself. And when I do write to myself, they’re mangled indulgences text messaged to myself, often observations, regularly my internal conflicts. I am not emotionally nor mentally numbed, no, but I channel it…
of forgotten cores and hearts
| May 30, 2009 | Posted by caroline under dreaming, freeform, Uncategorized |
A poem
shifting feet
| March 30, 2009 | Posted by caroline under dreaming, freeform |
blank board splintered on the side of the road sticking a nail out, departed from the thumb shouting for space on an already-hitched ride, stop. sitting on a discarded log left dried to the side, rising hurriedly at the roar of an engine. life passes by, shiny and new. slows down, backs up, rolls down…
crossed
| February 15, 2009 | Posted by caroline under dreaming, freeform, myself |
I have learned to love a man. The hard way. Born beside, inside, I wore his clothes and bore his bruises. I followed his rules and knew my role. Played a different game, trained my voice not to be the same, I crossed my legs when told and appeared warm when cold. I stayed fragile.…
Toronto Experience: A Scotsman in Toronto
| December 31, 2008 | Posted by caroline under dreaming, humour, storytelling, travels, Uncategorized |
We went on a little bit of a Sunday adventure today. I introduced a dear friend to the Distillery section of Toronto, and came across a Scotsman along the way. This friend is a bit anti-social and I like to surprise him with all the little tidbits of the city he hasn’t been exposed to.…
penetrate this
| December 31, 2008 | Posted by caroline under dreaming, freeform |
I wear a body that does not look like me. the only thing that matches is my skin with its pigment, and my hair with its roots. i look at things from the inside out and i touch that which is soft, and sink my fingers into flesh, that welcoming, engulfing sensation–so that I cannot…
back here again
| December 4, 2008 | Posted by caroline under dreaming, freeform, Uncategorized |
be still..it is a mirage, it is misleading, it stands in your way and you, you must be the force behind your actions. you must stand in the clear, of a desert, with no such thing as walking distance, you must conserve your last sip so that you may survive, and walk fiercely into the…
