“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan


almost a dream

last night,
too much awake under my skin;
sleep sleeping soundly across the room,
nestled into a boot or the toe of a black stiletto,
no thoughts pricking at its in-vain-we-are-closed eyelids.
behind mine a card game played,
king, queen, july, june,
an incomplete deck of the year stacking backwards,
the rules fuzzy, vague,
my unseen opponent a cheat -
an ace in the hole,
february up a sleeve.

this morning,
too much not-enough-sleep in my belly;
months still missing,
diamond cards scattered across the bed,
hearts smothered under the pillows.
a coke and strawberries equal breakfast
and the card today is a faded july;
i found it taped to the outside of the door when i opened up the day.



  1. Wow! These words describe how I feel this morning. July is definitely fading and not so much sleep, so my head is in disarray. You have a wonderful way with words.

  2. time has a way of doing that .. dreams so vivid here

  3. this is brilliantly composed.

    love, love, love it. xo

  4. this is just gorgeous. and brilliant. and i love it.

  5. How I've missed your beautiful writing. It is so marvellously you.

    And the light falling on those pillows....oh, I love.

  6. This image is KILLING me, my friend. JUST KILLING ME!! I want it. BAD! Hanging over my bed - BIG!

    And, hey! My word verification is "syyes" which I take to translate directly to "say yes". Donchaknow?


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