28 March 2022 (river glare)

river glare

parsing last night’s dream

for the truth

5 November 2020 (dream)

I think about haiku so much that sometimes I even dream them. A couple mornings ago I woke up with this haiku in my head. I can’t make any sense of it, but I’m kind of intrigued by it nonetheless. Feel free to share your analysis with me!

swamp candles. . .

a miscarriage

of justice

(A “swamp candle” is a yellow loosestrife, a fairly common Maine wildflower.)

24 May 2020 (dream)

white dawn…

trying to make sense

of a strange dream

December 10: Dreaming

Such strange and vivid dreams last night. I woke thinking of Jung and his theories about the interpretation of dreams, what dreams about walking around in a house mean...

 

Asleep in my cocoon

I dreamt of a new house.

My soul, awake, wanders.

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