As my grandmother told me, as her grandmother and great grandmother told her, the Abenakis retreated from northern New England to Canada during the war. My great great grandmother was a full blooded Den Mother. I suspect she’s responsible for the lucid snow dreams; the ones where I can talk to my grandmother or hear…Read more Bloodline
Dreams
Tri Harder
Like all nightmares, it began with a broken hearted man and a woman to blame it on. He'd been left to fend for himself by his child's mother. I suppose it's presumable he'd been left to fend for himself long before being abandoned as an adult, saddled with responsibilities no one would be prepared to…Read more Tri Harder
Covered
Last night I dreamt about a school that was a castle on the outside, surrounded by an aqua moat. I climbed three flights of stairs and arrived at the door to a wide, fluorescent lit hallway lined with classrooms. A group of students and administrators said it was my turn to ‘go’. Go? Go where?…Read more Covered
Mary’s Soundtrack
She was headed cross-country. I found the tape in the backseat under a Mexican blanket soaked with beach sand. She was picking up a basket of freshly picked veggies from a neighbors porch and I couldn't take another minute of bluegrass. Handwritten in the white stripe across the top, it read: A little soundtrack for…Read more Mary’s Soundtrack
The Watchtower
He teased me about being scared of heights after I'd refused to climb any higher. The sky turned from cornflower blue to dove grey as storm clouds rolled in over the pacified Atlantic; the geography of dreams have no lat or longitude. It wasn't fear that stopped me but rather that I saw no value…Read more The Watchtower
The Message
I could not sleep. Ratchet was having a panic attack; panting hard, shifting around in pain and shaking. He knows something's wrong but he can't talk about it...because he's a dog. He's not worried about global viruses or running out of toilet paper. It's the bump on his leg. We had the biopsy last Thursday.…Read more The Message
Behind a Glass Wall
Dreams are deferred for all kinds of reasons; historical oppression, systemic greed, lack of resources, confidence, trust, motivation, sleep. At various points in my life I’ve assumed certain comforts and goals were unattainable for people like me; poor and spoiled. Not the ‘silver spoon in mouth’ kind of spoiled, but the rotten egg, inherently worthless,…Read more Behind a Glass Wall
Between Three Worlds
The last time I saw him, he wearing an uncharacteristically large overcoat, standing in front of a clothesline, smoking. Nothing like him at all. Adding to that, he was angry and had his back turned towards us. I can't blame him for the anger. We were angry too. And sad. It's still surreal to think…Read more Between Three Worlds
The Road Home
I was beyond exhausted and couldn't see the way. My brother told me, as the rain slapped our faces, we're almost there. It didn't matter. All I kept thinking was, you could teleport a solution yesterday! Why does it always have to be like this? We were following behind him in the truck; not much…Read more The Road Home
Bound
She showed up out of nowhere while I was trying to put out several fires. It seemed like there was a crisis happening down every hall; a throng of crying from adult-newborns in the outpatient palace nursery. We all want the same thing but for most of us it takes one of many traumatic awakenings…Read more Bound
Born in Providence 