Tag Archives: dreamscape

Blue Boy

   There’s something wrong with him, my father said. Look at him. Something’s not right. Something happened to him. He’s sick. All he thinks about is writing. That’s all he thinks about. He is blue.    Even though I wasn’t … Continue reading

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Found Blue

We do not enter the bluest hours, they come upon us, tender fugue and gallows silk, where we, in blatant trembling sheerness, are revealed to ourselves as the bated wisps between air and perish.

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Swell

This house on a hill, overlooking love, dreams us– Clouds, gently touched, swell.

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Red

Never before seen footage of lives dreamed in red- set fire to curtains.

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