Published: 12 September 2025

My dream

I dreamt I was an actor.
I was sitting with a few other actors,
chatting enjoying their company.
One of the women made a point
of telling me she was married,
flashing her wedding ring.
I realized she thought I
was hitting on her, which I wasn’t.
We finished our conversation, we
all said “see you again, I hope!”
I realized I’d left my jacket
hanging over a chair where I had been
before. I jumped on a bicycle I had
and rode as fast as I could to get
my jacket back. I realized I had no idea
where I had left it. Bit I remembered
a large oval roundabout. I was riding against
traffic, cars whizzing by me. No one honking
but all driving very fast. I thought,
“I’ll stop and get some food from that
fast food stall I like,” but when I arrived
it was covered in a blue tarpaulin. I felt
incredibly disappointed, no food, no jacket.
Then I realized I was wearing a jacket,
a brown one. I must have picked it up somewhere.
My first thought was, “my jacket was a beautiful
teal green and this jacket is brown.” Then I thought
“At least it’s a jacket.”

More Poetry:

Visit from the mother

Mother hummingbird,
pray perch on subtle twig of lilac,
wise to trust, or so I tell myself,
pirouette so I may admire electric green

River of paper

River of paper flows beneath my every word,
where would my thoughts be but for this substrate?

How Shall We Sing The Lord’s Song In A Strange Land?

variation on psalm 137, By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat
hands drumming on ribs, feet, the ground,
the mouths of pots and guns beckon,
the wind, the clouds, are the sight of sound
to the deaf, the foreign, the prisoner.
This bridge is the harp hung across
the tears of our sorrow. Each life

Everyone wants to love me

Everyone wants to fall in love with me.
I know it.
The guy in the lineup
who waved the cucumber at me
and said, I could hit you with this
was really saying he loves me.

what is it you don’t get?

based on psalm 83 ”Keep not thou silence, O God” KJV
if you don’t want to talk it’s not all right by me
I would really appreciate a moment of your time
as I am listening to more hatred, than those who
hate you can raise, lousy lizard heads, how they despise you

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How Shall We Sing The Lord’s Song In A Strange Land?

How Shall We Sing The Lord’s Song In A Strange Land?

variation on psalm 137, By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat
hands drumming on ribs, feet, the ground,
the mouths of pots and guns beckon,
the wind, the clouds, are the sight of sound
to the deaf, the foreign, the prisoner.
This bridge is the harp hung across
the tears of our sorrow. Each life

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