Whiz-Bang | Cattail Jester
The kind old doctor
shrunk me down in my
dreams, tenderly
placing me in the rocket,
whizzing me off
“To make the schedule work”
he said, so that I
disappeared in a spark.
dreaming poems
Dreaming Creatures | Izzy Noon
We are dreaming
creatures, furiously dreaming,
assembling our desires
in deep sleep,
makes me wonder
sometimes how much
dreams influence our
waking lives.
Wishes | Ananya S. Guha
Today I felt the wind in my bones, which shoved me to the earth where leaves fallen raised the alarm of another world. Tempestuous, hurly-burly wind, tornado of explicit statement. It disturbs equipoise and restores insanity in a poised world. Forgive this bellicosity, but the wind in my home is a real occurrence, the hills quake with fear. A gentle nudge and I am done. The night’s event is the wind choking dogs outside, and me buried deep deep in dreams which surface in a maelstrom of wishes.