Category: dreaming
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…
death song
| November 25, 2008 | Posted by caroline under dreaming, freeform, storytelling, Uncategorized |
The trains are each arriving, one by one, they part ways with my eyes, we drag them along not looking too far, I wait for the smoke and I watch for the grind, I expect a stop and sudden halt, I wonder who it is this time and if they’ll write about it in the…
