dreams are the brain's garbage and what I'm doing here is tantamount to sorting my trash before it rides a pneumatic wagon to a farm...

Every time you appear on the back of my lids, we're wearing matching black turtlenecks. This is how my resetting brain creates...

Last night dreams presented themselves As ZOOM sessions before becoming Dreams. In one I am at a large group Musical performance in a...

They say you shouldn’t talk about your dreams. No one’s interested. But what about those you can’t remember Whether they were dreams or...

and the corridors packed (and the teachers held to our fault in this as if they didn’t schedule us to crush) but this time i am me now...

The unsung hero, the lesson, the hotel You are just a figment, just the ideal The moderator of my worldly perfection The land that loaned...

see how that spider weaves its hanging home over our bed would we could stretch a place to live out of ourselves like that if I could...

And then home again The ocean, the horizon Self in a straight line.

Storm clouds converge on the New Jerusalem Rain falls in colours, hiding the blood-stained sun Purple lightning dances a ballet of...

in raiment drawn woven and white they went down in pairs to sea to drink death’s own dark wine and pause in new blue footsteps where the...

His life is our vagina this is what came to me as I woke up backwards in bed because of the heat facing the fan in front of the open...

Luc-Antoine Chiasson sent Today at 10:41 There's this one time I dreamed I got really really drunk with @James Dunnigan and then I...

I lay out the banana peel flat as a punch card. I read the death sentence stenciled upon it. I can decide whether to feed the banana to...

I’m at a house with friends. It feels like we are getting ready for a party. We are making a bomb. I’m helping make a bomb strong enough...

I’m trying to forget the dream I had about you, the dream that woke me. You were so beautiful. We were together someplace mutual, perhaps...

Ropey vowel. Labral lobster fibrocartilage. Red sea of knot. I seem to find the subject of myself inescapable. Seem is the key word here,...

I. "The Parisians come and go talking of Pinot Grigio." —From "The Love Song of D. Roger Gallant" II. so much depends upon a glass of red...

Descend from mountaintop glaciers and track the running stream. Pass the caves of lime that gush with clouded water. Come to the...

I'm surprised I still speak my mother tongue. I wish I could remember when its syllables were longer and when its k's and t's were less...

The way memory attaches along the black river at night fall as the light falls at dusk as the sky falls long thin lines of sky into...