DAYDREAMS is a journal of my thoughts, the fiction that colors my mind. Each post is a thought of its own. They are not meant to be connected; although, one will inevitably toy with another. You can expect to see one or two episodes a week. They will mostly be prose; but if you prefer, you can define them as poetry.

Episode Seventeen

Milk curdles in a glass
near a bowl of fine flour.

No one can say why it sours
but once an emotion goes bad
it is best to explain it
with unforeseen twists
in a surreal story,
odd turns
that no one believes,
writes down on paper
or stores in a bottle.

Like one where a curious giraffe
sticks out his serpentine neck
to look through my window.

I am rigid in bed
troubled and frightened.

I call this a dream,
a tale that I tell
to resolve
all the issues
I stuff into boxes
and hide in my closet.

The smell is intense
as I lift up the glass,
add it to wheat
and dry active yeast.

As it rises
the sun dispels darkness
and life finds a pathway
that leads from the desert.

I tare the loaf open,
drink from a cup
that represents blood.

b e g i n n i n g - t o - e n d
I am a retired art teacher and a wannabe writer. Everything I create is for my own enjoyment. I don’t work for others because I want total freedom to express what I want. All the work I post is original.

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