Category: dreaming
around the bend
| November 17, 2007 | Posted by caroline under dreaming, freeform, Uncategorized |
i’m driving down the street, the music is blasting, and i hear my name in another song. still, i can only think of how badly i would hate to reach a red light at this point. my fingers are looped, hooped, and doing all sorts of uncomfortable things across the wheel. i hold steady as…
the rickety bicycle
| November 7, 2007 | Posted by caroline under dreaming, in the news, storytelling, Uncategorized |
I see a man kill himself in India, because he only knows the land and cannot support his family with his farm anymore. It has become unfamiliar, dried out, and unproductive in a genetically modified seed world. This Indian suicide takes place daily. I see a man kill himself in China, because he is responsible…
Freeform: ignatius
| October 22, 2007 | Posted by caroline under dreaming, freeform, Uncategorized |
so leave it to me to fall, and fall… feel, feel what i’ve wanted, look forward to fresh pastures, enjoy the wind at my back, pushing me forward.. gush about it, want it, love it and crave it. then, to go and disown it, to slap it in the face, to mock it and talk…
dating and relationships
| October 11, 2007 | Posted by caroline under dreaming, myself, personal, Uncategorized |
i’m feeling alone today. not in the fashion of my daily loneliness, but i am yearning for..guess..an emotional attachment..apparently us scorpios are emotional whores ahah… i’ve been thinking about my relationship past today..i haven’t done it in awhile. i specifically thought about a ghost..and how i had run after him for so long and i…
language barriers
| October 2, 2007 | Posted by caroline under arts and literature, dreaming, freeform, on identity, travels, Uncategorized |
..Sunday evening, i went to a show where all the singing was in arabic. i didn’t understand one bit of the lyrics but sang along with some of the words, danced in my head to the traditional arabic dabke that would accompany parts of the show if space allowed..recalled my time spent attempting to kick…
it’s not true that we dream only in black and white..
| September 16, 2007 | Posted by caroline under arts and literature, dreaming, freeform, humour, Uncategorized |
last night was green hills and a ball of red and orange fire accompanied by a guitar case filled with weapons and ammunition. i was meant to hide it with my young sidekick. oh, and we came upon a hot dog stand in the valleys. hey, you know what…i was in an enid blyton book!…
nightmares about loved ones
| September 15, 2007 | Posted by caroline under dreaming, storytelling, Uncategorized |
This time, their faces had been ripped from their skulls and the lumpy remains placed on the windshield. I’d dare not turn on the car, for those gritty wipers gripped their skin tightly. I would hate to see a streak of dry blood and hear that rubbery swish and slog across the glass. I saw…
freeform: lover’s chimes
| August 12, 2007 | Posted by caroline under arts and literature, dreaming, freeform, Uncategorized |
i watched two people make love this evening, with eyes shut and mouths devouring one another’s sounds. necks reaching out, faces lifted to the ceiling…they were harmonizing, tantalizing, it was a rhapsody laying out their history…married for 15 years maybe, i’ve known them so long but when they sang, the tempo was theirs to manipulate.…
freeform: “manderley”
| March 14, 2007 | Posted by caroline under dreaming, freeform, Uncategorized |
last night, i dreamt of manderley. i was at the entrance of a fortress, and there were bodies rotting in the gallows. not far from the gates where i stood, i was greeted by a number of strangers, each demanding i wish them goodbye before i leave. i was awoken by contorted faces and emotions…
i woke up at 10am..
| February 10, 2007 | Posted by caroline under dreaming, freeform, storytelling, Uncategorized |
..along the slopes tucked between the folds of highway overpasses and train tracks.. -a book ‘parle anglais bien’…some french-speaking cat’s reading material, on warmer days in anticipation of a bilingual future -the dirty tan shirt she took off in the sweltering heat. yes, i know she lay back in the sun with one arm as…
